COLOUR IS WAITING

  And still we will come to lick the honey from the purple petal and still we will come to root out the weeds of worthlessness in gardens where others eat up all that is beautiful. Time turns and we, in turn, follow its path, suns set and the moon shows us its song, hold […]

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AT THE SETTING OF THE YELLOW LIGHT

  I held your hand in a taxi, once, while thinking of another as you whispered into my ear, a sound I no longer remember, a scent now a breath away from touchable. I cannot hold everything anymore, not everything nor everyone. I recall the yellow light yearning to hold its own innocence stretching through […]

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TRIMMING THOUGHTS LIKE PURPLE THORNS

  I take this thistle like I take these words, I trim the thorns at times for desire to be softer, sweeter, so lines can be calmer, cleaner. I seek out the heart of the whole, for now, for here, for this moment, for the sentiment of this song that comes for but a season. […]

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GRAINS OF SAND BENEATH CERULEAN SKIES

  Faith is fragile, courage is not always conclusive until called, we do not command the waves nor comprehend the clouds. I tell you this sand will be swept into the sea by night fall, this baying breath of cyan neath the stretch of those cerulean skies. This smooth, salt-licked land was forged from fire […]

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BLACK THREADS

  Worthy. Are we worthy? Are you? I am not worthy to receive you. I am not worthy. These are not the words of any wizard, of any wonder, of any wonderful god. Wonderful does not whip us with worthless. Wonderful does not teach worthless words. Worthy. I am not worthy… These are the words […]

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RISING THROUGH THE RICKETY REDS

  I laid on the floor and touched the marbled perfume of the ocean as it washed over me, waves of flying feathers, a fluid fire of salted foam. I kissed the poison of your lips, once, and did not die as you came over me, next to me, inside of me. Decay is not […]

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