Burst

photopraphy and words

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The penknife blade splits taut bark and a stream of pure moonlight weeps out from the wound. It weaves down the hillside, turning everything in its path to shimmering quartz.

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Winter is back at my window, offering a pill of spider’s silk in her open palm. I turn away instead, slouching back to my cocoon to dream.

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Lichen kingdoms creep cautiously, their borders advancing, colliding, fading, Like water stains on old world maps

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Forests grow up on forests, stretching inward toward their guardian ancestors

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The sea pulls her secrets closer to her prismatic heart at night, when she greets the moon at arm’s length and smiles behind an onyx mask

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The bird and the moon