GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 3; GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 3; CLAW

  I shift in skin that no longer stretches to meet movements not always malleable. I twist and turn through thoughts in a mind not always compliant with concerns of control. I claw like the crow; doused in darkness, fusty feathers flapping through air I can’t clasp, in a body I can’t bandage, through these […]

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COVETING CROWS

  Flight There is a bloom bursting in the bleak of winter There are shadows that lurk in the sun’s embrace There is a crow overhead looking mean and sinister There’s an order disordered in time and space Flap There is a light that shines on shadows in autumn There is pain in the thorn […]

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