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 that […]

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THE ANNUAL OFFERING OF ATTENDANCE

We sit in rows, in reverie, with reverence, neighbour to defender and defiant, some say the saved above and the rest below, new coat and scarf on the shoulders of one, the timings of the turkey and its trimmings in the head of another, already ticking, already thinking of some other wonder needing worship while […]

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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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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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