Tag Archives: Down

THE UP AND UP

Creep. . . itty bitty critter small. . . slow uphill crawl from the parabolic pit of this old year, about to shuck its hull. . . the night recedes days ooze more long seeped minute fractions spread the day … Continue reading

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A WAVE CANNOT BE A WAVE

A wave cannot be a wave without going both up and down. . . a smile cannot be a smile without the possibility of an expressionless level lip-mile or a frown curving oh so far down it drags the brow … Continue reading

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