stars can’t twinkle there is no time under impure clouds tonight
Tag: clouds
Sunday Small Stone 71
sleepless pink ____only cloud between the still black palms Related articles Sunday Small Stone #27 (elizabethkateswitaj.net) Stone Language (poetryfoundation.org)
Sunday Small Stone 68
security blues the palm rain-to-be smears the moon beyond revelation of where the coconuts fell Related articles Hug Your Darlings, Give the Moon the Finger: Writers On Delight (themillions.com) Induratise. (wishyouwerehere0202.wordpress.com)
Sunday Small Stone 67
no stars—the white caps & break ers can only growl Related articles Tin House Reels: Bianca Stone (tinhouse.com) Sunday Small Stone #27 (elizabethkateswitaj.net)
Sunday Small Stone 65
____________where gray sun ___________light turns white _______________I don’t see ____________spider’s string ____________before I hear ___________its sticky snap through the front of my skull Related articles Skagen (andywheler.wordpress.com) Sunday Small Stone (elizabethkateswitaj.net)
Sunday Small Stone 55
I blinked and spent an hour trying to find, again, the angle that let me see only bright green and emerald and pine and evergreen without a gap of gray or dark or paler clouds rain must have rearranged needles…