My Thistled Thoughts

Poetry // Prose // Personal Passages

“… every flower seems to burn by itself, softly, purely in the misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses!”

— Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

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Movie Mothers

I want to call you up
and say that every
movie I watch lately
stars you.


Now my mouth doesn’t know what
my shadow is saying.

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