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Inventory
After reading "Altars" by Austin Rodenbiker
This poem is sad
and lonesome,
sad and lonesome.
Barely more than
a list, an inventory
of objects placed
upon altars. -
The Labyrinth of Useless Stories
The Labyrinth is now all I am; my entire being exists within these twisted marble walls. Sometimes I wonder if I am not more than another turn in the unending pathways of this place. -
How Rocks Live
These last five years
passed by quickly.
I wonder if I observe
time like the rocks do ––
everything can happen
in no time at all and yet
I remain unmoved;
I stay in the same position. -
Silent evolution
I
The more words I have,
the less there is to say.
II
Thinking has become an act of
meditation in which I run my
fingers through my hair,
III
ruining the curls and forcing -
January's ice
The eave outside my window is
crowded with bunches of
sharp, clear icicles. I like to
Think of them as well meaning, as
guarding me from danger. I am not
sure what kind of menace
Loves
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Divine Night
“I could sleep ‘til eleven tomorrow,” I said, throwing myself across her bed, sprawling on her star-patterned comforter. Mary took a seat at her vanity, and I could see her eyes roll on her blue-painted face.
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Lover (Ocean)
Ocean waves are music to my ears
Calming my raging thoughts about you,
Eleven O'clock, the time you proposed
Air was cool beneath the moon -
Willow Tree (Rain)
Running underneath the willow tree,
As my father hung the swing.
In the rain, I stand watching the same tree
Now, as I cry, reading his name on the stone below. -
Blind
I awake on the floor in the dark. All around me is emptiness, inexplicable emptiness. The thick blackness pushes against my eyeballs, digging its thumbs into my skull. Disoriented, I scrabble against the floor, a thin and matted carpet.
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Everything In Its Place
You had always been neat. As a child, you would organize your toys in order of height, and your clothes in the rainbow. Your parents had wondered about OCD, but you always said you were just tidy.
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The house
“On a dark and stormy night”
“Oh don’t start like that…Those stories are always stupid,” I say as I adjust my seating position. “Can’t I just go trick or treating now?”