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Stars bathe in daylight. Blue jays dive into the sky. Where’s Echo? Hiding in the hollow of a tree. Stars bathe in daylight. ..

The sun hits the hilltops in zigzags. Nighthasn'tfallen for days, and we miss reading stories into stars.

The bush with the orange leaves is always burning down. All day she’s burning down, saying, “I’d like to shadow the sun..

I want the graveyard. I want it the way plants that are kept indoors want the rain, without ever having felt it. So I walk through t..

Berries hang like jewels from chains. Black butterflies seize the sky. The pond alone stays calm in this untimely cold. . I ..

I asked the fruit in the bowl why it refuses to rot. It said it’s waiting to be painted. Then it asked me about the li..

Daylight retreats behind the horizon. The rain we have been dancing for comes onto us. It washes our hands and our faces and we..

Mother Earth says she loves the other planets more than she could ever love the sun. Her hair is both blue and grey. Her nails ..

Speech is to thought as body is to soul.I wish I could stop wasting silencepreparing what to say next.When I am a volcanoI’ll sit still until I ..

Branches bristle, electrified.There’s lavender sand in the sky.No, the moon isn’t newit’s in hiding.You’re grieving. Of course..