Author Archives: clicking pretty

je t’aime.

Your lips come to rest
gently atop mine
and I feel the words
I Love You
simmering beneath their surface.
You speak them
and touching as they are,
my lips like marionettes
are moved in time
with each syllable.
Your declaration
becomes my proclamation
without me ever
having uttered
a sound.

Chasers of the light – poems from the typewriter series.
~Tyler Knott Gregson

stormy ogden.

the colors and the clouds and the grit that day. the perfect day for me.

baby on the way.

Chris and Kelly are giddy about the pending arrival of their baby boy. It shows.
Isn’t there something magical about having a baby around the holidays?

swim north and i’ll find you.

Swim north and I’ll find you. But there’s no moon, no
line where the city, meets the sky, meets the offing.
The body is an astrolabe, the pull of home in her skull.

~from Arguments with the Lake by Tanis Rideout

 

hold me tight.

unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense… ~e.e. cummings

 

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