FALLING THROUGH SPACE

  Ghost clouds gather over ice cold oceans of marble we can’t break through. Maybe there was something deeper below the depths we dared not dive. Breath is naked. Movement muffed. Air rigid. There is nothing left to cover up. I blush under your absence or do I blush before the cold truth; this is […]

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THE OTHER SIDE

  What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration, from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander of noise […]

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DIFFERENCES

  Nature is not alike; red reigns over green, browns bend to blend and lilac leans, perfect petals poised over tiny tufts, trembling, buds unfold from stretching stars. Nature is not alike. Humanity could be harmonious if we delighted in our differences with dignity. Nature is not alike. Why should we be?     All […]

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THE BEAT OF THE BAT

  The brighter man, the lighter man, the darker truth, the deeper vein, bind me to the rough, the real man, I beat as a bat. The clearer glass, elusive glass, the broken bed, the better lay, tie me to the rider, all night, I beat like a bat. The gentle rose, considered rose, the […]

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WHITE STARLIGHT

  White starlight, light and lucent, springs from the ailing earth, in quite corners of tended borders so fine and fair, fragility unfolding precious petals, perhaps to soften the edges of darker days that have set shadows upon so many sunsets. White starlight cradles beauty, a bold beacon blooming amid these burdens that bind us […]

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SHEDDING

  When all the fuss has faded like guilt that glides from gloss, when I’ve pulled back the hair, when I’ve crept from the clothes, when my flesh is all that you see and there is nothing left to hide the parts of me I never wanted to be, Will you…? Will I…? When my […]

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I AM…

  Beau, tu sais? Tu es beau, c’est vrai. Non, I say, ca, c’est pas vrai. Moi, je sais d’autre chose, mais beau? Non, I say, je ne suis pas beau. Fragility I know, mon ami s’appelle fragilité, pour lui je porte a smile, comme de vêtements, like a shield, mon sourire est beau, ca, […]

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