TO CARNIVORE OR NOT

  Sometimes I imagine holding mine in my hands, beating organ- fleshy and fumbling and trembling between my thumbs and fidgeting fingers bringing it to my mouth- my lips- their caress, my tongue- its tease. Sometimes I imagine holding mine in my hands and bringing it in close enough to bite. If I ate it, […]

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THE PRICE OF BEING WILD

  Sometimes morning breaks before the hold has found the frost. We wake dizzy- flung into field where dawn’s breath corners all that has been fearless but will soon fall to fragile- breath becomes touch becomes dew becomes done running down the blade of grass regardless of how much it will cut. Sometimes morning breaks […]

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WHEN I DREAM OF WHO WE WERE

  We used to hold hands, a quiver along the skin at touch,                     do you remember? You handled me like I was food, to be prepared pealed back, to find the taste within. I was advised not to- but I had hungered, had grown ill    […]

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WE WERE NOT DESIGNED TO SELF -DESTRUCT

  Fans open like a chest catching air, clouds sweep the mountain like a bellow baying, colour is just a caress away from grey, a breath can be unbearable if the body is breaking, a cloud is a cup of rain not fully considered. We climb over mountains to where the air is lighter and […]

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BROKEN BUT NOT BITTER

  I beat back the blues by licking fingers on this honeyed language we spread over the dawn of each dark day. We can be drunk on symphonies of sentences that slip shadows into sleep, I whisper of rain and you twist another truth through its tendrils to tell of something drier, warmer, more lasting […]

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THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

  Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.12, NAPOWRIMO

  I had a hand  in every bone  that was broken  on this body. I had a hold of every hack that was heaped into this heart. I held that hand while thinking of another  once forgotten before imagining someone else I hadn’t even met, as you watched out the window as connection passed you […]

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