Category Archives: dancing

Spring

The script was written long ago with an apple bitten so we’d never know that the truth was in us all along but they stole our solstice and silenced our song and said the devil made us dance and if … Continue reading

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The Eyes Have It

The eyes of the prophets are crossed and the lineĀ is dotted signs are spotted in the crowd remove the shroud it’s too loud to think swim, don’t sink but crossed eyes blink Morse code teaching us to curse the winding … Continue reading

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Rainbows And Butterflies

She brought me rainbows and butterflies to dry all those tears I was drowning in   we got puppy dogs and ice cream she warmed my heart like a sunbeam and when we played scrabble she let me win   … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part III

I lost myself in those endless fields of olive trees picture-perfectly framed by the window of that train as we cut across the Spanish countryside. IĀ started to feel more alive my headache from all that wine began to subside by … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part II

As the train pulled away she stood there, smiled and waved. She had bought my ticket out of town then gave me a euro to grab a churro just before the train came because I’d spent my last dime on … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part I

I took the midday train to Spain and found old women singing and dancing in the middle of the cobblestone street tapping their canes to the beat while kids splashed in fountains to spite the heat. But then the rains … Continue reading

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