Category: Fireblossom
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23 January: for Fireblossom Wordgarden
Her Dotage some memorieslike airyou can’t hold on to themsome remainas lucid as the scent ofnewly mown grass I grew foxgloves last yearand when they bloomedI could hear Dad’s voice – Find me foxgloves, and I’ll show you blackberries. Mum wanted a magnoliasaid it reminded her ofher father’s accent – Straight off the Florida panhandle, […]
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13 January: For Fireblossom
A Wounded Pilgrim The flame flickers, and goes out, the candle smokes with wisps like cottonwood. An angel’s wings, or was it a divine gust. A woman rushes her rosary, fingers the beads, movement like cogs in a gear, sounds, razor sharp fall from her lips. She buzzes like a bee. A pious woman, a […]
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