UP FOR AIR

  Diving is not that difficult- I’ve held onto trickier things over time than just this breath. Diving is not what’s difficult, not that descent into darkness- it is the light that blinds, it is the sun that burns. Diving is not that difficult- we swim into silence, current cuts movement, we make moments of […]

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WAVES OF IDENTITY

I identity my entity empty. Build             bond             break break out break away break down drown. Resume resolve revolve rotate we are circles encircling ripples in a small pond revolving evolving dissolving into the careless current less             and […]

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HOOKED

  Time washes onwards but I recall each wave I welcomed over body like a cover of comfort like a blanket of trust, a surrender to the water warm, deep breath and dive without drowning, I recall each wave but forget how far it swept from the shore,   how it left each time with […]

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TIME ON THE TIDES, PART 10; CREEPING ON THE CURRENT

  Seep, seep, slowly shifting, sea skirts shore, holy water washing in, anointing, bless us, blessed, in warm and wanted waves that widen as we watch, as we welcome, unaware of being too welcome. Seep, sweep, seduce the shore into submissive before you break the kiss off and beat the beach with your creep, creep, […]

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NO ROOM IN THE ARC

Falling… through time that never truly changes while never really stopping, through thoughts that cannot be accounted for, that cannot be considered accountable and still we are counting but not the cost. Falling… through floorboards of homes that are no more (did we invent the word war?) no more the heart at home, no more […]

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LIGHT IS TOO LIGHT

  Light leaks like water dripping from the faucet You called me baby before you really knew me and stopped calling at all, afterwards Drip… Drip… Nothing. Light lingers in quite corners like memories that refuse to flicker, not acknowledging that the night has fallen. We pour over each other like liquid on a perched […]

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THE STORM

I stood, firm footed against fate, beside the storm, A raucous rage of twisting winds and hollow howls As waves, frothing with fierce foam, forced their way Upon the land, as if claiming some right to survive. I saw, amid the sweeping sound of the stormy sea As it clawed, climbed and crashed its way […]

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