Tag: Sunday Whirl
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for Sunday Whirl #496
The Suppression of Green She’s wading too deep in gluey,sucking cold. In a biting winterstreams leached clear by dirt, ordisguised as spring water racingunder the green of cress leaves. Green is hope, she believes, and on this bright bleached day, shesees shadows blanket truth, goodand evil, and souls snagged onfish-hooked lines, waiting, baited for heaven’s shame,…
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Blackdamp
Blackdamp Picture, if you will, a brief surge of engine steam that glitters with pyrite dirt. It churns the still night air – They work the old coal pits, shuffle down damp tunnels, black dust kisses the skin. The canary trips no concern. And up above this blackdamp, in the crisp clean air, there in…
It's Still Life 