VREEMD OF MISSCHIEN NIET (STRANGE OR MAYBE NOT)

  She was called Éireann, even in Holland, (misschien vreemd, ik weet het) though she was greener than I ever was, back then, with the mud of the land still caked into her guards while I was off and running, ever forward, adding guards to my guards till I saw the earth was round when […]

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WHEN WHITE FALLS BLUE

  Snow falls and the darkness drowns in silence, a hush from the heavens falling, so slowly, even crystals cry. Are these the tears of angels weeping who’ve watched us, falling, like this slow snow, like their tears, trembling? Snow falls and there’s a stillness and still all this silence between us. Bruises covered in […]

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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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ATTENTION

  I glisten to distract, like a snowflake; the sparkle before the melt. Particles of fleeting perfection floating through the hands of time, falling through all these imperfections. If only my clutch were tighter, truer, if only I knew more of my own truth, too many skins already slipped through, too much prediction put on […]

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THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

  Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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CALIFORNIAN SPARK

Here in parks in Paris, France, I potter through a past so old and cold that it cannot be parted, we cannot easily outrun our own ruins while Cali beckons me with her rock and roll band; those make-me-feel-good brothers and sisters since seduced back to their former States and somewhere, in between, the loneliness […]

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DARK LIGHT, PART 2; THE FALL

  I whisper into wakefulness, the body stirs before the brain, the blood before belief, I curl into colder corners of the covers to encourage skin to come round as sound slips in just before the sight, light pours into eyelids slowly opening, toes slip out to inspect the season but the soul knows the […]

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DARK LIGHT, PART 1: FAR FROM

  And slow falls the heaven’s breath, drawing on those days of dawns; dewy with that blanket white crispness below the song of the bluebird (do you see; beauty can be blue even when the bird isn’t black) soft thrills trembling through the forest as fine folds of frosty fur find its form in frozen […]

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