Tag: Crescent Moon


Amid the noise, distractions of these days, I oft begin to sense the churn, my head aching, tightening, gripping me in waves of undulating urgency and dread. The pundits and prognosticators plead, Conspiracies abound with buzz and malice, And failing to rebuke the blaring… Continue Reading “Moon-Star”

Burnt Orange

Between the ink-black night and brand new day, Before the bright white sun’s in blinding play, Burnt orange sliver, then a band, seeps through, The light year, far-off fire flames anew, The solar star so distant, yet, the key, to who and why and… Continue Reading “Burnt Orange”

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