Tagged: christmas eve
we stand at the edge
we stand at the edge
of christmas eve, sorting through
baubles of memories
augmented through time, letting
our most genuine light pass through
.
20211224:2010
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in reality,
in reality,
not every tree will find a
home – christmas eve blues
.
20181224:1101
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: blues
christmas eve, away
christmas eve, away
from home, but not the feeling
of home – it only
requires a little stretching,
by which we can string tall tales
.
20161224:1936
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two a.m. in the
two a.m. in the
morning, christmas eve or day – it’s
all a blur, lying
awake in the dark, high sixties,
three mosquito bites in winter
.
20151225:0235
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christmas eve is a
christmas eve is a
slow embrace, tightening –
loosening
.
20141224:1839
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there is nothing that
there is nothing that
wraps you closer to
home than the faint
recognition of old
wallpaper, on the
surface so solid
and cold, under-
neath, a soft
familiar defense
.
20121224:2322
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