Posts
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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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drumming thunder
I drum
beating the small snare with my power
I may be small
but I am the loudest in the band
the base is thunder crashing
the snare is the rain slamming to the earth
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Coffee Shop Observations
A young woman sits in a coffee shop in London, England, with her back straight, her head pointed forward, and her eyes wandering into the rainbow mists of Wonderland.
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Thoughts on a Sunset
It’s moments like these I wish would never end.
The sky would never fade into the dark.
The sea would never storm.
The news would never catastrophize,
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Roads & Rails
Sometimes,
they think the forests must have been constructed,
around the railroad.
That the tracks were built up from Earth long ago,
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