GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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THE DEPTH UNDER THE MOON

  Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age-old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine whether the depth is worth the […]

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HOW MANY LETTERS DOES IT TAKE TO SPELL OUT ENOUGH?

  And as they bit into the apple they lost their right to the garden. Hands are tipped now with guns, now, instead of gold, instead of gloves. Rage is the new ricochet where once it was rock and roll; bullets are the new Beatles. Facebook has alerts, now, to say you’re alive, now, after, […]

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LONG DAYS

  Beauty bays in the back gardens of concrete we’ve created, simplicity shouting from the shadows of cites under siege, precious petals pulsing with potential, lines of light longing add contrast to contour, like age adds interest. Long days, lonely, waiting to be witnessed by more than just the falling rain… We all are beauty, […]

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BLACK THREADS

  Worthy. Are we worthy? Are you? I am not worthy to receive you. I am not worthy. These are not the words of any wizard, of any wonder, of any wonderful god. Wonderful does not whip us with worthless. Wonderful does not teach worthless words. Worthy. I am not worthy… These are the words […]

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SOMETHING MORE

If I asked you would you sever the skin from your body             layer by layer and blanket me in your living flesh? Maybe the nights would feel warmer. If I asked you would you bleed the blood from your body             value from veins […]

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FESTERING FRUIT

  Berries blacken in the bowl, their scent no longer salivating summer’s sweet seductions, winter withers in the distance, while fervent flies are fluttering, wings flapping to the rotting arousal of carnality lost to natures once fair bloom. Tastes are truly to the barer born. Bitter berries are black in the bowl, their flesh no […]

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