THE THAW

  Blue is the breath, blue is the earth, morning, early, the sky a clean canvas of white and the earth; blue, a bed of frozen blues born from dawn’s breath, a blanket of freshly fallen slow snow, trembling along the hairs of the land, caught in the calm before the crunch, before the footprints […]

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EARLY AUTUMN

  The sky is burning, the last light eclipsed by the night and we stop and stare like fools at its blaze, not seeing within this gaze possibility falling though our hands like snowflakes in a season that has kept captive the summer. The sky is burning while we travel in taxis, all of us […]

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A SLIP AWAY FROM BLUE

  Eyes a slip of grey from blue in a city not known as home, on a mountainside to shelter a temple, she is as welcome as the wind is warm. She was there before us and we were caught before we knew it. She carves a life, carefully, like those Buddhas carved into stone, […]

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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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THE RISE AND FALL OF FORM

Day 23 National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Decades by four and one year more have tempered time to twisting root beneath this ever changing shore. Lands by four and to one returned as curious caught upon my boot my bags now tipped with lessons learned. Summer fires have blazed this land flames that fired forbidden […]

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OH COUNTRY, MY COUNTRY

Oh country, my country, once born in your troubled times and raised by the banks where your Liffey lies, I followed the paths of generations moved on to see what they’d built, to see where they’d gone, but returned to a home now seriously lacking a nation of consumers complaining and attacking. Where are your […]

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