Quand Gemeaux, morning sunshine! The Lovers spiff up from the conjoin portal, in emerald gold and bloom from the wild pasture down the moonlight mile. A fever, if you let it.
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GOLDENROD BAM-BAMBINA / 04190519
When there’s stained glass for piety, and nemeses emerge; in the wild pasture, down a two-lane sidewinder—a matter of safety, or a rendezvous?
KEEP PLAYING WITH ME / 03190419
n i’ll dogwalk u hoes. tfw u got yr bag w/ a tape
of a touch of mink and ur mental mines’ Mitchumy––dread-looming knuckles and a true-footed saxophone––drop your shades, O &
that bottle hit different when i bust it across your head . . .
@ THE PEPPERMILL / 02190319
for when: Do *anything* for clout? She gone. It’s like trying to catch a freight train with a butterfly net.
N’EXISTE PAS SANS SON CONTRAIRE / 01190219
Le Verseau avec Roméo Elvis … tout oublier.
EMERALD DALZIEL / 12180119
For that chemistry undeniable, wrenching cup overfloweth type of unf; for the earned pennies, for the marathon starts and announcements of intent, and for the gold balloon animals who mind our precious totems
091319| Harvest Moon
When the air is white with the down o’ thistle,
And the sky is red with the Harvest Moon.–RICHARD WATSON GILDER
This year’s Harvest Moon was full and fell on Friday the 13th. Imagine the mood. Full moons are meant for reaping, (new moons for sowing); throw the harvest on it and you’ve got quite a reception.
In honor of the moonings-on, I am (finally) participating in T H E M O O N L I S T :
kate carsella 