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House Fire Down by Snow Alley
they buy the marrow of weakness
on the corner of featherless angels.
then resurface their stashed rigs
within the chest of their chapel.
they blaze spooned tar and pour
liquid heaven into icy blue rivers. -
Our Last Chance
War is all that we have seen;
mothers turning into human shields,
fathers’ pride sharp as the bullets cast,
children—younger than me—crying goodbyes.
Why should we know of peace?
Misery is all that we have known; -
Love, As It May Be
I crave to press spring
memories in the pages
of softest moleskin.
Journals with petals
spurring out from the buds of
newly birthed flowers.
Delicate as young -
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i began writing my will and goodbyes at 13;
after every night i waited for my death bed
to hold me in an unconscious embrace and
to cradle me until i returned to our Mother,
i anticipated my rebirth to commence at 14; -
Come, Alive
In the early morning I wake with Sun,
And she smiles at me with yellow teeth,
And I think Imperfection is beautiful.
In the last moments of the day Bird flies,
And I hear them chirp to the heavens, -
Hiking Upward (Heaven has no Golden Stairs)
So, you’ve traveled mighty far;
Beneath the damp underpasses,
Guided by rivers and the North Star,
Trenched through forest masses.
I hope it is what you anticipated.
The journey is not for the weak
Loves
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Sugaring
Steam rises from the chimney
with a G-rated "come hither"
into the cerulean blue sky.You feel drawn towards it
like a moth to a porch light
on a warm June evening.
"Come hither." -
Garment Workers In LA
City streets fill, coming to life like the beginning of a movie
The buildings glimmer on the outside similar to a new ruby
But inside everyone toils endlessly like it’s their duty
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Supernova
The explosion of a star,
Happens so far-
away, you’ll never see it.
Though, in the death,
The colors are like a breath-
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The Lonely Beetle
The green lonely beetle tracked long through high rivers and the underpass.
By 6 pm it delivered a little girl with crooked cut bangs to a little tan house.
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After
“What happens beyond life?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, after we die.”
“Well the point is that we don’t know.”
“But what do you think will happen?”
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"Alice, What is Special?"
This was inspired by Alice Duer Miller's "Are Women People"
“Alice, what is special?”
“Specialty is difference.”
“The difference of what?”