5Dec 2016 D.A. Moulton

Expatriate

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The list goes on. Cry me out a layer thick and salty crusted crystal. Digging beneath walls like Berlin. And I am east, so far east. Hiding in hollowed out... Read More
editors note:

Names not called; nowhere to go when the last doors close. (We welcome D.A. to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of her madness on her new page – check it out.) – mh clay

1Jul 2016 D.A. Moulton

Thimble

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We are becoming smaller again. The soul of a mouse, hiding inside the walls of this house. Time doesn't matter and time isn't waiting. Time simply turns to water. It’s... Read More
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Enough to make a quiet mouse want to roar. – mh clay

18Dec 2015 D.A. Moulton

Reincarnate

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We hit the high line on the horizon passing pines and oaks with tattered arms outstretched. A tragic trajectory. And the stars winced while the moon rolled over out of... Read More
editors note:

While some celebrate a particular birth, let’s all celebrate our own rebirth with every dawn. – mh clay