IN MOTHER’S GARDEN

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles’ on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 4, OTHER ROOMS

  And so another door finds its hinges turning to a close (you choose, you enter, you stay, you leave), tides twist and then return as another summer finds winter whistling on the arms of outstretched autumn (rains fall, flowers grow, sun shines, rain returns) and I wonder what is left within the rooms I’m […]

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