two hundred and thirty degrees: ‘a burnin’ thing…’
Ring Of Fire ~ Matthew Mayfield a friend asks how I loved so but let you go – and wished fulfillment bloom within the arms of someone else – the … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty nine degrees: ‘your sense of wonder…’
I Hope You Dance ~ Lee Ann Womack Tireless, progression. Tic, toc. Time. Perpetual, motion. A movement, through. Space. The universal, in. Breath, of life. Surrender, then. To music. Swelling, … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty eight degrees: ‘east of here…’
Let X=X ~ Laurie Andersen Change comes, clamouring. On winter, wings. The frosty, chill. Cools, to freezing. As day, light. Darkens. Wood splits, breaking. Bark. X marks, the spot. Here, … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty seven degrees: ‘the dying leaves…’
Radio Song ~ The Felice Brothers Still, and staring. Far beyond, the fringe. Of field, and fell. Zigzag, lattice. Greening meadow, quilt. Stitched through, with wire. Blunt, and barbed. A … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty six degrees: ‘dewy-eyed disney bride…’
Fake Palindromes ~ Andrew Bird Platinum, slips. Like a noose. Ring finger, heavy. A faery, tale. Wedding. Precursor, for a lifetime. Of hell. Trophy hunted, head. Sitting pretty, a gilded. … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty five degrees: ‘the quiet bleeds…’
Spider’s House ~ Califone Hippocratic, oath. First do, no harm. Why is it, then. So many, do? Sometimes, I think. We give, trust. Too freely, to. Those in, power. Without … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty four degrees: ‘when nobody’s there…’
Delicate ~ Damien Rice I would, submit. A bower, filled. With lilies. Languid, pure. Pale liquid, light. Like fresh cut, snow. Laid, late afternoon. Beneath, the boughs. Of an ancient, … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty three degrees: ‘leaning against you…’
The Lighthouse Song ~ Josh Pyke What storms, raising swell. Blood beating, like spring. Tide’s full, turn. And flooding. Battering, waves. Of particle, motion. Luminous, friction. Electrical charge, between. Atoms … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty two degrees: ‘waiting for the night…’
Tender ~ Blur twilight, fades shadows, leap and swirl heart, and mind (war) with memory is this how, hurts heal? with scar, tissue (itching) I keep, letting go wishing, you … Continue reading
two hundred and twenty one degrees: ‘maybe one day…’
Girl ~ Tori Amos How quickly, I slip. Back into, thinking. What’s best, for you. Trying to twist, myself. Into salve, a balm. A human, band aid. But. What kind, … Continue reading
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