Nothing new in the old plot today:
No warmth, no awe, no sprouts;
Nothing at all in
The dawn-gold orchard,
The ladder-high skies,
The dumb-today rock.
“Nothing will of nothing come…”
Is the whisper in my ear.
Nothing, indeed, from the
Dumb-today rock, the
Quiet, silver peaches of the moon.
Some days my elusive muse
Is a moody bitch-goddess vampire.
Sometimes I just don’t care.
9/4/2013
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for your family
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Sharing moments of life + motherhood to encourage fellow mommas
If you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be headed right now?
surfing my tsunami
blowing through the cobwebs of my mind
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Writing the Wrong, Right, and Ridiculous
Life after the Care Farm
The most Dangerous plant to sleep under is the water lilly
Local History for Great Wyrley and Surrounding Areas
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
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