Tagged: colors

in the shadows, we

you meet me at the

september breaks out

september breaks out
her box of colored
pencils, sharpens
each to the
point
, puckers her
mouth to summer’s
last glass of ice-
cold lemonade,
and allows
the aria to begin
.
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colors bleed from

colors bleed from
the photographs we
keep of us. every now
and then, we launch
a line down into
that particular
moment’s depths
for an attempt to
rescue. but images
are strangers,
unpredictable,
and degradation
becomes a form of
protest, a parting
of the ways
.
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there is no getting

there is no getting
around it – sometimes,
hours can
squeeze
into minutes the
way songs
can be whipped
into cream
the way colors
can evaporate
into rain
.
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marie from new

marie from new
zealand wore a
smile that was less
about serving and
more about
making you feel
right at home,
carrying out spicy
flavors and colors

that could
make frida blush
.
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we find our

we find our
voices
based
on the level of
comfort we are
in. there are no
Pantone color
swatch cards
to complicate
it – PMS two
eighty-three means
you won’t have to
worry about her
for awhile, watch
out for PMS two
twenty-six, one
eighty-five, and
process black –
come to think of it,
comfort
is just another
unpainted wall
.
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