WRECKAGE, AFTER THE REVERIE

  Restless morning after night’s twist. From day we’d split like shadows Into the swallow of darkness But dreams are billowy breaths That toss ships under sheets Of stormy seas and we- single sleepers Under the blindness, washing up And through time and buried thought. Restless morning after night’s twist. Lip trembles at dream’s touch […]

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LENGTHS

  Spring has left us shy. We flirt like sheep- cute but clumsy, forgetting what it was like to fold a summer into forever. Words come but feel cumbersome- you can only swallow so much of those ocean eyes before drowning. Sheep don’t swim and wool doesn’t do well in so much hot water. Be […]

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COME THE GLEAMING

  New leaf climbs old tree- this ivy will not be held down is no direction, dynamic is the trail of this root now gleaming on the hallow wood. Sometimes empty centres are for holding hopeful hearts. Layers of leaves come like coats of zinc- a wrapping for these times were comfort is craved. Nature […]

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WHAT YOU WISH FOR

  Remember When all we wanted was a little distance? Remember Starting out with a cushion on the sofa, A pillow in between the folds twisting against us, One word less And then another. Every move a single mile. Remember How all we wanted… I wonder- While watching shadows growing stiller Beyond the window of […]

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BOOKENDS; STUMBLING THROUGH THE DREAM, WIDE AWAKE

  I was silent once amid the noise, stumbling through smothering, a bare canvas cradling nothing in arms that had promised everything. I circled the globe once to find that home was just a word, a word that makes a memory to plot a beginning, not weighted but weightless. I am, like you all, no […]

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NORTH OF THE NOISE

  And so I come north where the air cuts colder, where daylight is a breath that barely bays, night a blanket bound to days. I am not here to stay but on a sway through ticking time, to see what rests where the light is less, where day finds end before being truly bent, […]

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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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