A PANICKED PULL

— Beat. Break. Beat. Break. — Is there a monitor of these movements                 that shift beneath the skin? A rummaging within the ribs. I hear a broken bird                 beating against the bars of its cage, broken. – All organs […]

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AT ODDS, AT THE TABLE

Day 3: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Always that fine line between what slots together and what slips in between, those black spots of doubt that cannot be fully folded out like linen that lingered too long before being laid, like chopsticks that fight for form between fingers foreign, like this morning, in the park, […]

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NUMBNESS

There is a silence all around a stillness in the storm a second before the shot I am struck by the numbness the momentary nothingness that invades this moment of motionless that slips itself like a spectre into the cold night air between the sleep and the sheets between the suffering and the acceptance and […]

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