IN THE PLACE OF WHAT ONCE STOOD

  Robin rummages in the rushes, upon rock she roots out traces of all that once was, tuts at all that has changed and all that hasn’t. Robin rummages in the rushes, bright spark- but fast to flight. She comes to call and comprehend but never comes when she is called. A fluttering of fine […]

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FLUTTERING HOPE

  Silence surrounds this sweet stillness, icicles are falling; tears streaming new paths down old windows once home to fading reflections and the robin and his red chested breast; forever stained, forever beating, flaps through the open field in search of a hushed hope in buds that will soon bloom, in life that will soon […]

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