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Liturgy of Cut Forsythia
We dissect our tangerine-skin to it’s etymological etching,
peeling until we are beautiful and expansive,
like a flowering tree that doesn’t know how to keep itself warm, -
Clerics
To be the perfect woman for a poet,
a cold-brick romantic in a flapper dress!
I've started eating butter without bread. -
Today is not yet History
On Christmas Eve we stayed up late talking about Eastern European politics because the Berlin wall fell thirty years ago. -
Dissidence
The harmonics of amassed dissidence thrum, caught on the lips of a pragmatic dreamer.
It is enough to shatter the moon. -
Exile and the Kingdom, Integrated
I maximize my passion, embracing each rain cloud as if it is a many faceted symphony, as if the moment of release reveals all.
Janice cheated on her husband. She gave her body to the night sky. -
My grey
Where I live, both the sea and sky are grey. The clouds collect in our cups. Mirrored in dichotomy, monotony dances, revealing the subtle irony of divine humor. We drink tea.
Loves
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The Words my Mother Gave Me
I wrote a poem today, but I don't think anyone will ever see it
I wrote it using nothing
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A Pablo Neruda Quote
“Qué será mi pobre patria oscura?”
“What will become of my poor, dark country?” - from “Insomnia” by Pablo Neruda
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Philosophies In Third Person
She began to realize that thinking thoughts in your head was fairly different than writing them down.
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Nature's Colorful Farewell
Amidst trees ablaze in fiery hues,
Autumn's touch, a painter's muse.
Leaves, like whispers, gently descend,
In nature's waltz, a timeless trend.
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Til the Storm Passes
Wind
roars through the valley,
the leaves cling to their trees,
holding on for dear life.
But the wind is too strong,
and soon they are lost to the storm.
Rain pelts anything reachable,
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Just Left of Luhman 16 (My Autumn in Colorado)
Spotted, spoiled-milk;
Look beyond these grimy walls
And see the horse tail
Brush into existence fierce vermillion stripes,