Posts
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Bullets on Bikes
Pikeville, Kentucky was small, but Zach and Ben were smaller. Bullets on bikes, zipping around, everywhere at once. Always there for dinner, but gone before the first dish made it into the sink.
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My Mother: The Earth
I was born in the morning
when the wind's gentle hands
would fly past me- laughing
should we run through the land
I was born as the birds were
under the eaves
of a soothing huckleberry
Loves
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Wisp Wind
You've left me alone
But the world keeps on spinning
I am bleeding endlessly.
And I don’t know what to do.
I forget the color of your eyes
And the smell of your mountain breath.
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Red Clover
I dream of him less than I used to –
But our story always starts the same.
I am small, and his oil-stained hands hold me like the Red Clover,
So tightly that I think he’ll never let me go.
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Blue Hour
It is 4 in the morning and I am alone.
I sit my sadness on the willow tree.
And the Earth is covered in a thousand shards of heaven;
Like a kaleidoscope, rainbows fall through the trees. -
February 21st
I remember she smelled like cheap canned beer and Ajax dish soap;
Like that industrial elevator onto McClure 4, with the rainbow carpet walls sticking to its skeleton.