Children of the Moon

Children of the moon Shine their eyes down at us   They wait til the clouds part, just like we look at a snow globe. They wonder why some areas are so dark while others are decorated with tiny pinpricks of light, some are rough and knobbly, others flat and slick. it must be a […]

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Clouds

The clouds are edged with gold as if someone has drawn around them with a highlighter pen, and in between them great gaping tears in the fabric with soft corners where the evening sun shines through, a portal to another place floating away from me inch by inch. I wish I could paint so I […]

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