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eclipse
the moon's silvery-gray hair
falls in shadows across her face
her pupils waxing and waning
straining
to catch a glimpse of her girl,
her beauty, her sunshine
her pale lips remembering cinnamon warmth
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April Snows
it is april 4
the official beginning of spring is long past us
vermont was ready for spring before that,
our grayish-green sunlit adirondacks forcing the clouds
to hold in their snow and rain and part
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the snow is falling
the snow is falling
thick
too slow and yet too fast
everything is muffled
sound limited to the soft thumps of trees shaking the snow from their bare arms
i have somehow sunk to my knees
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jump
the cliff turned into sky
and the clouds to dreams
whose silken threads touched me
and i
f
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In Her Shoe There Hides a Knife
Note: This is an excerpt of a play I may or may not write to the fullest. It's just to get a grasp of what the play would look like, so you might see more of it. Or you might not. Enjoy anyway!
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silence
silence
all except for the soft hiss of snowflakes
rushing into my jacket sleeves
as if they expect to slide right through
and out the other side.
silence
so heavy i'm brought to my knees,
Loves
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Fall Romantics
Little red leaves organize scattered on the ground in geometric patterns we fail to recognize
Except me, of course.
I love fall more that I love myself
"Don't murder the flow, the stream, the book, or the poet."
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A Boyish Retrograde
two boys sit on the slanted rooftop of
a suburban house on the Amish hillside,
ignoring the jargoning mosquitos
buzzing around their heads and spectating the -
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Human decline
They show me their phones, little boxes with even tinier little boxes that you press on and it fills up the big box. My girl taps one of the tiny boxes, it's purple and white and orange and she calls it in-sta-gram.
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city to country
i once lived in a city
a small city
but densely packed
i remember my old house
yellow
three stories
i moved more than a year ago
not long ago
but i barely remember my old life
