solstice

allow me to not be able, to not WANT to sleep tonight, for fear that dreams might cling too tightly to my eyelids and wouldn’t allow the photons dripping through the moon’s veins to lecherously caress my retina while sand flows, washing my feet of summer’s mild pains. porous thoughts about a Magdalene crucified on … Continue reading

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memento – tanka

do you remember the ladybug to which once i sang by your side? i recall the barn swallow dining on it next second.   © Liliana Negoi

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