A QUESTION OF POMEGRANATE ANSWERS

  I saw you first in a library, in a bound book on front of the light, as if you needed to ripen any further. My first book, bound and borrowed from a library, was Mrs. Potter’s inquisitive rabbit Peter, all eager to explore the taste of all he could not yet name. We’re like […]

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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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BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]

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Adapted to Adoption

  Removed from you, I hear your words more clearly. You failed to understand me, You neglected to comprehend my lack of questions For the one from whose tribulations I was born. What understanding could I have of myself- When I failed to understand who I am? And yet- my love removed- see this: See […]

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