BROKEN BUT NOT BITTER

  I beat back the blues by licking fingers on this honeyed language we spread over the dawn of each dark day. We can be drunk on symphonies of sentences that slip shadows into sleep, I whisper of rain and you twist another truth through its tendrils to tell of something drier, warmer, more lasting […]

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BLINDING LIGHT

Blanket light, blinding in the back seat, not all light is light, the sun can burn through its beauty, the mind can tear through its thoughts as wheels will themselves across these bridges, feet too far from the ground to feel its gravity, we build our own graves along these roadside reveries. Blanket light, burning […]

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BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]

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