BLOOD MOON BY TARA DASSO
Six-year-old Alex and I walk down sidewalk
cracked by the weather
the radiance of the blood moon
lights our way.
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Six-year-old Alex and I walk down sidewalk
cracked by the weather
the radiance of the blood moon
lights our way.
Posted by admin | Dec 27, 2018 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
My German cousin, Thomas stares at me, mouth opening and closing silently as he organizes English words in his head, “You are quite unusual. I think you live comfortably with two feet firmly hovering over two continents,” he...
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to paint the sidewalk
with transfer chalk
in sighs and murmurs
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Follow our rowboat as
we cross the sea to worship
in the temple of Dionysus.
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And then let it go.
One time in going and coming,
The other in going and coming.
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