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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The Silence Market
In a world where every digital breakthrough to age-old traditions stood as symbols of our progression, it wasn’t the advancements themselves that captivated us, but the revolution of our words.
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1st day of school
"Tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it yet." ~ L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
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The Stories in Lines
In each person, there’s a story,
one you may or may not know,
but in every person,
there are hints of their long story,
such as in their beauty.
Around their mouth,
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cardiac
last week, my brother dropped his heart
on the pavement and we both
watched as it cracked right open,
spilling in red ribbons and golden gears