Tag: short story
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Pen of Heaven Arid of Ink
Quill of Metatron Pen with which bright stars were drawn Rudely expulsed from heaven’s bawn An angel spending one last dawn looking down No dappled dawn drawn, no daylight dauphin Sun fruited cloudlinings fluttering resemble Her oriflamme France, which when flown her ranks could never lose Flambeau lures moths of my memories, lots of my…
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Spring Spells Summer Starts
Day of Bealtaine Shovelling it down, like trowel dinner Veil faint as paint thinner Ecstasy take 23 Dance until my heart seizes and I keel over Planes bird shadow white cliffs at Dover Those my soul goes over My easeful transit transatlantic Angels traffic skyways Coincidental highways My way or the jibe’s fake Cry your…