These are rich and vital. It feels as though they are thumping out, as though they are being thought of and captured and experienced in an instant. Something ephemeral.
O, syrup of desire, the muse puree, purring for the world and holding it in ones hands, between two long, delicate fingers. The song scoops its puppyish body and curls its completed tail.
The poem where every line is from a note is brimming with creative genius! Even without the context of it being separate lines it still all flows together well.
So beautiful. “Not the pearl” is my favorite! Give me the dirt and the salt.
These are rich and vital. It feels as though they are thumping out, as though they are being thought of and captured and experienced in an instant. Something ephemeral.
O, syrup of desire, the muse puree, purring for the world and holding it in ones hands, between two long, delicate fingers. The song scoops its puppyish body and curls its completed tail.
Wow, these are all marvelous. I remember seeing "Not the pearl, but the salt" previously and it was a gift to read it again. I am inspired.
that's so generous of you to say - thank you!
The poem where every line is from a note is brimming with creative genius! Even without the context of it being separate lines it still all flows together well.
thank you!
All of these are absolutely gorgeous..."not the pearl but the salt" slammed into my chest like a fucking bomb <3
Mmm thank you for sharing! That's exactly what I want people to feel. ✨
I needed every one of these. Thank you.
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your hands is my favorite!