Archive | May, 2014

Mary Marie Dixon | A Mother’s Lament

A tidal stem on a threadbare rug, his ship a mounting, come roaring, come free. In a continent sofa and beaches of brown, wood writhing a sheen.   A timed stem of yearning responds to the tug of my moon, a graven image on a tattered sea.   A roaring, an ocean, a shoring, a continent shoves and swirls a torquing stem on the great green rug, a land of […]

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