THE DREAM; SUNDAY NIGHT, ALMOST LIGHT

  The Dream; Sunday Night, Almost Light. I dream of dark nights that cannot hold their identity tight, that break into tight pieces of light when mind succumbs to dream’s dimension and stumbles (still sweaty under sheets) upon hidden altar in open field, light cast as day amid dark of night, depth of dream, this […]

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THE BOOK BETWEEN US

  You handed me the book and left, off to another room, another existence beyond my sight, (even sight of that moment was selective), you left me with that book in hand, hand in hand with that room where black edged over white, where comfort was clinical and cradled no clarity (though I wasn’t looking […]

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ORIGAMI

  I found you once like a raindrop on a window that can only caress the extremities, not the truth, not the folds we fabricate between our own fact and fiction. I found you once and was folded for a time like origami… fingers running lines along skin, folded into form unknown, pressed into position […]

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HEMEROSCOPIUM

  I build sentences in the mind that had no existence before, a platform to ponder in a place that doesn’t exist, in truth, until it’s been told. I move through this Hemeroscopium like an architect building a house into a home, unearthing light to contrast the shadow my thoughts have been confined in, a […]

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