Tag Archives: Stars

A Star is Born

Rending the cosmos, to midwife its own star-seed, to papoose night-bloom.

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Fly by Night

Longing does not require a precedent, or even a known catalyst. It is, in its purest form, the solvent call of homesickness, which is why our hearts, in their cause and breaking, claim the smallest birds as stars, and the … Continue reading

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Slow Burn

“He who has realized that sun and stars and souls do not ramble in a vacuum will keep his heart in readiness for the hour when the world is entranced.” — Abraham Joshua Heschel, I Asked for Wonder With or … Continue reading

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Pilgrimage

Sometimes you’ve got to walk alone through the desert to know your true place among the company of stars.

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Bask

Every last star ghosts its own holy rapture– we, a part of, bask.

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Fade-In

We are not here to tiptoe through the garden at night. We balance on the edge of a slow-whirling blade, a smooth silver plane with teeth, belonging to a star, unnamed, its heart a fiery proof and fade of joy … Continue reading

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Cradle

Every cradle begs of its dark a stairway to star grief and love.

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Cinema

In a starless sky, night hastens to remind us– Ghosts pass softly, fade.

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Intergalactica

It is impossible to live up to the lyrical, its angelmarked bendings of antenna, and sonic proofs, to nestle in the hollows of pitch, half-bird, half-wraith, attempting the almighty bait and switch, to con the heavens into granting you a … Continue reading

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Lull

Sometimes, even the light, in its radiant parry and thrust, needs to be laid down, in order to receive, openly, the starried lull of brokenness.

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