Horse Shit, Stilettos, and Rosin
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Fort St. John, British Columbia, Canada
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with a faded old newspaper and a jar of magic dus...
from last night there was so much I tried to te...
meet me through the swinging door on the bare bo...
let my heart be like the slowly opening eye gent...
you were keeping time dancing through my heart a...
the stars picked up what I forgot and held it in...
Well then, I guess this one does not want to wait,...
I was the curious girl who plucked the hands fro...
I sang with a voice that was always mine but ha...
contemplating the calculations of love the equat...
I surrendered to the dream when first I closed my...
I love you like the night that first the stars dr...
no one stands eternity at the wall who doesn't d...
I never meant to hurt you I only came to offer lov...
even a bird with broken wings, if still she finds...
She Commands the Tides
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Wednesday, September 9, 2015
watching the Ancestors
spread their wings
to cradle the Moon
in all their brilliant
greens and blues
thinking if I
could escape this flesh
return to Creation's breath
this is how
I would cradle you
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