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A Family Buried Amongst Wildflowers
I cannot wait for you to arrive home in the beating summer
of post-war with your soul taken by order of the governor.
I cannot wait for your bleeding ink letters written in haste -
A longing for sunburn
The moonlight casts a lonesome silhouette
of where your body would bring the picture
to life in this humanly incomplete puzzle,
pillows and blankets jaggedly shuffled and
stuffed into vacant cracks, and I dream that the chilled -
Garden of Ending
The domestication of the wolf into dogs is
comparable to the snatching of virulent
plants to make them minimalistic million-dollar
loft decor. Please, for the love of God, indulgent -
"I DON'T WANT TO END UP SIMPLY HAVING VISITED THIS WORLD"
"I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world" - "When Death Comes", Mary Oliver
My soul is still an empty basket in which I
still need to fill with the experiences in life I don’t -
Poetry in my everyday
My life is not nearly as poetic
as the nature of humanity.
However, if you weave the right words together,
anything can become poetry.
The life cycle represents how life is round
just as Keats once said. -
What the Fae's Do in Their Spare Time
Gather around rock circles in an unruly display.
Tussle with the cattails until the sky explodes with snowflakes.
Poke at the cryptic critters living beneath the sand of the lakes.
Guide the fish away from casted lines, just to mess
Loves
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Happy Birthday, Mom
Dear Mom,
I forgot to buy you something again. I guess I couldn't find anything that expressed my gratitude enough, so I've decided to write you something until I have time to buy you that wine you like.
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Theology
Religion is girlhood
God is a teenage girl screaming the names of the people she used to love at the sky
Worship is dancing and celebrating while still being upset
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I Called Her
Sarah made grunting noises as we passed the deli, I asked her why, yet she didn't answer me. It’s almost as if we’re tense every time we walk downtown.
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Warning
I’m warning you
When I fall in love
Every moment
Is made into poetry
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Lines in Bark
Never forget this moment, my child.
Never forget the tall mountains of mist
Or the low valleys of grass
Never forget the forests so peaceful
The ocean so sparkling
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Who Is Autumn?
Autumn is a woman with a top hat and golden eyes atop a horse as dark as night.
Autumn is the auburn hills glowing in the light of the harvest moon.
Autumn is the pumpkins and the squash and the nostalgia.