stars can’t twinkle there is no time under impure clouds tonight
Tag: stars
Sunday Small Stone 86
this late rain doesn’t smell of stars or anything else it draws down but salt from waves that still run under the moon that breaks the beginnings of the falling Related articles Tuesday New Release Day: Poehler; Gibson; Faber; Farah;…
Mindful Writing Challenge 12
pressure on the edges of my skin, inside the same head that doesn’t hear the helicopter hum unless I ask it a crash in the distance a single star bursting clouds above with pin point light ____________at this distance these…
Mindful Writing Challenge 9
Above the row of dampened trash in rough-edged plastic and the peeling white on brick that gives the concrete corner, the clouds have lifted just enough for night , for stars. Breathe and look back down— the garbage cans are…
Sunday Small Stone
beyond the buzz of orange light and rush of cars on rain-dark street the heartbeat of a car alarm goes in and out like stars behind the wind-cold clouds