cliff walking next to you, next to death— the two things I love most with moonlight in your eyes is enough to make me weep fragrance of night, of churning sea lifts to me lingers with the scent of you embracing on tremulous rock, listening to it crumbling, and looking down at the stars shimmering…
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Wreckage
Scattered bits, smoldering Broken, jagged edges —And the carnage? The carnage— In a moment of stillness, you think This is my life. And you wonder Why you survived at all.
#Otherworldly Words: Transilience
February is the month that benefits from a leap year, thus having 29 days this year. A Leap Year is the year we gather the fragments of the 1/4 day in our calendar and give them space. It is a way of collecting time as if over the course these fragments were lost. Three…
#Otherworldly Words: Tachyon
February is the month that benefits from a leap year, thus having 29 days this year. A Leap Year is the year we gather the fragments of the 1/4 day in our calendar and give them space. It is a way of collecting time as if over the course these fragments were lost. Time itself…
rainy sunset
daylight smuggles a few more minutes before the setting sun. birds settle their final quarrels as night whispers hello. the patter of rain, a fickle lover, leaves one for the other. I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I…
December
graceless snow collides with bare skin. dripping down bark and brown oak leaves. too heavy to float, drift, twinkle. the season fails its promise as one by one, lies are whispered, “Peace on Earth.” I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed…
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