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Cry of the Stars: Between

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. The space between moments. Is a dangerous place to find yourself. For a fraction of a second. You might have traveled in time. You take half a breath in the dusty womb. Of your childhood house or in. The quivering depths of a city you. Don't yet recognize;. You glimpse misty rain falling golden,. Slipping viridian off mushrooms. Ringed with iridescent blue,. And feel the last booming tremor. Of a cloud whale's song. Before you're back again, dizzy,. And Davina, as...

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Cry of the Stars: 04.15

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. The girl of your dreams. Is a hijacked fragment of a person,. Flat as a rice screen. And blinding as a hasty sunrise. You close your eyes and access. The interface: she plays guitar. And holds your hand and lets you run. Your fingers through her hair,. But you have forgotten. What her voice should sound like. Class- . strings(instrument). She has glasses and wears them sometimes. She writes songs and sings them herself. A library heart of your favorites:. And foun...

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Cry of the Stars: 07.15

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. He gathered thread from the twilit sky. While she set the loom—. The warp and weft of passing time. And fingers interlocked,. A sturdy frame of promises,. A treadle made of dreams. Their hands stained royal blue as they. Spread the cloth beneath the moon and. Worked into the night,. Cutting shapes more careful than. Constellations, stitching seam to seam of. Infinity bound up on his shoulders,. Settled at their waists,. Flowing past her feet. Wisdom of good age,.

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Cry of the Stars: 06.15

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. Our conversations spin like a coil. Weather and friends and books. Twist among the rest, but. Somehow it always comes back to. Heaven, for us. Sapphire, agate, emerald. Some things we plan to learn in Heaven:. 1 Violin for me, accordion for you,. Mandolin for us both. 3 The gospel according to Bartholomew,. Philip, or Thaddeus. 4 How to ride a pteranodon, because there. You walked where he walked, and. Began to understand more deeply. Called me to look,. We behold...

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Cry of the Stars: 10.14

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. A Kaleidoscope, Unfolding. There she was, staring. Uneven eyeliner leaking, messy lipstick. Traces smudged with careless removal,. Hair curled asymmetric, and coffee-stained ruffles. Crawling up her throat. The girl in the mirror kept her feet. Planted wide, for balance in 2-inch heels. The light bent weirdly. Around her shoulders, dreamlike. The triangles around her eyelids. Danced, navy islands on the streaky. White of her face. And she stuck it back on. Back wh...

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Cry of the Stars: Mirror, Mirror

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. This is what they tell you:. I was a baby with pearl skin, black jade. Hair, and a crying mouth. Wet and red like ripe apples. In the early morning mists,. The king's daughter once. They will murmur,. Still lovely if she had lived. Before they show you the greater treasure. Of the emperor's little boy,. His tiny porcelain face a perfect mirror of. His mother's splendid beauty. I did what I did. The gods themselves could see. I loved him like a son, and how I loved.

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Cry of the Stars: A Tail, A Tale

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. A Tail, A Tale. This web of scars on my face,. Crawling down my neck in ribbons. And screaming over my shoulders,. Was like the shadow of a shark, or. A reef of rotting coral. When I first came home:. My father hid his face and fled,. While my sisters shrank away. One by one, and the whole. Kingdom grew silent in horror. I kept the story to myself,. Since nobody would listen. The way the knots buried themselves. In my flesh, and the ropes ground the scales. He onl...

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Cry of the Stars: Dreaming, Dreaming

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. Nothing here is real. Do not be alarmed at the way. These thorns make you bleed, and. The mossy earth gapes at your feet,. And the sky seems almost. Too heavy, low enough for your scalp. To scrape itself against. I am asleep, and I. Have made everything up. Any moment now, those stones. Beneath you may turn to water,. Or sand, or cotton candy, or. Anything I imagine, but keep. Walking. I would. Like to meet you. I am asleep, and I am. My brain has sprouted wires.

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Cry of the Stars: The Hang-Up Loop

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Cry of the Stars. In Xochitl In Cuicatl. The girl of your dreams. Is a hijacked fragment of a person,. Flat as a rice screen. And blinding as a hasty sunrise. You close your eyes and access. The interface: she plays guitar. And holds your hand and lets you run. Your fingers through her hair,. But you have forgotten. What her voice should sound like. Class- . strings(instrument). She has glasses and wears them sometimes. She writes songs and sings them herself. A library heart of your favorites:. Back whe...