DOWN THE DRAIN

  My body my body has a memory my body has a memory of you my body has a memory of your skin. My body my body remembers my body remembers how it bent my body remembers how it bent to your beckoning. And yet my mind my mind has washed itself my mind has […]

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RUINED

  I see a tree, the ruins of a tree I see man, bricks bearing the bones of what man thought he could be they are falling before him around him on top of him I hear him crumbling. I see a tree, another tree, I see many trees, a host of nature’s possibilities all […]

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THE ECHO OF HIS LAUGHTER

  He sits on a bench on my street as the cars pass by and the leaves fall down in autumn. He sits with a girl on the edge of his childhood curiously considering adulthood. She talks and he laughs and in his laughter you hear his age, on his face you see his blush […]

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ALL THAT REMAINS

I walked to you today Along the rocky shore As the winds roared And the rain fell, Soft upon my face. I walked to you today In hiking boots And specs of snow, Though hills and dales And pools of tide. I walked to you today To where you stood, To the cliff you’ve claimed, […]

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