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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GLUTTONY HAS GOT THE GOAT

  There is a goat dancing in the parking lot and this train cannot proceed along its track, interlopers interrupt on intercoms; there are packages of suspicion on the trail up ahead and a goat in a lot dancing round the cars. There is a goat dancing in the parking lot as a woman tells […]

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IN THE PLACE OF THE FORMER PRINCE

I flew back to a day no longer this day, returning to the rubble I had run from to catch the last slab being laid upon my childhood buried under a concrete garden, not even a root to latch on to. I saw the permanence of the pavement pour over the past no longer possible […]

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A WHISPER IN THE FADING LIGHT

  I heard them marching through the streets of Madrid, at midnight, under the first floor moonlight as you sang me songs strung from their souls, men marching a million miles away, a million years away from the momentary memory we were making, your fingers stroking the strings I’d pulled too tight on the guitar […]

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