Tag: Poetry & Creative Non-Fiction
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Your splashing, swishing tail Dances when our brown eyes meet. The weight of you leans against me And we press our animal bodies together Until our creature hearts Unlock the age old adage Of anxious girl and anxious dog. And when I wake up running, Ribs rattling, Haunted, hunted, hollow – I find your rising…
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I’ve got a jumpy tendency and a slight, unfounded dislike of horses. I’ve got a self-proclaimed love of folk punk and socks. I’ve got a soul that yearns for red wine and cigarettes, (French, I know) and a stomach that vehemently protests. I’ve got a butternut squash on my kitchen counter and lube on my…
Someone's Sparrow 