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Fall to Fly

Birdsong branches burdenedBend but never breakFearless fliers focusedOn the air to take Sharp eyes staying steadyNo thoughts fear a fallWeathered wings wait ready Horizon the call Leap and liveWatch the skyTime will changeFall to fly Birdsong breaking morningBreeze cradles the soundSoundwaves splaying silenceReach ears on the ground My eyes peering skywardAttuned to the voiceThat would Continue reading
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In Golden Hour

Unspoken pain rolled dense like the snowDrifts deep and wide that line streets we knowWhen it’s too painful to even thinkInto the couch and phones we all sink Anchors of false famil’yar stillnessWeighted by the lead of doubt’s illnessSit and sink and dream of futures lostPain compels stagnation at all cost Until sinking burnsIn golden Continue reading
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Blog: Averting Capsize

I wrote this blog using voice-to-text two nights ago and have edited it and added to it for clarity. I’ve always liked thunderstorms since I’ve been old enough to no longer be afraid of their power but instead enthralled by their majesty. Nonetheless, I get chronic migraines from pressure changes and from stress, particularly when Continue reading
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Grave Reminders

Fallen feathers whiteNestle in the greenOf grass by rain renewedFallen from sure wings That soar above the cloudThat float atop the graveOf rippled waters darkThe surface of the lake The song they make is drownedBy lapping at the shoresConcealed by waves that whisperPrayers of wanting more Jeweled dragonflies can hoverOn the winds that push my Continue reading
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Become

Dim skies meet grey eyes And lashes dance for rain Downpour once more Pooling puddled painOvercome with grief restrainedCloud breaks no escapeAnd mem’ries soak the droughtCoiled back sobs crackLetting it all outOvercome with loss and doubtTruth loud must ring proudAnd silence won’t resistOld songs play onThrobbing sounds that shiftOvercome with memory’s blissLight finds new timelineAnd Continue reading
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Blog: Sails as Projector Screens

Sequencing the vignettes of this time in my life is challenging, as there seems to be little coherent narrative. There are extraordinary scenes, short and vivid, that even when put chronologically tell no story. They’ll paint a landscape, or a collage of moments, gathered in the interstice between life phases. There seems to be little Continue reading
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Free and Bury

Every morning, they come backNibbling at new tips of grass No shouts or arm-waves or whips crackedFree the horses; they come back Every morning they’re unearthedParchment buried deep in dirtNo peat or lime nor grave inertRot the paper; they’re unearthed Every morning, shoo and spadeProtecting from the pressure badeInadvertent eggshells laidKeep me digging and away Continue reading
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Reverb

Echoes of a boy’s sobsOpened my eyes at 2:22amMy arms unfurled to reach“Where are you?” on my lips Echoes of a dog’s sighsAnswered my ears at 2:23amMy back untwists to stand“Where am I?” on my tongue Echoes of a dream’s throbsReplaced mute words at 2:24amMy brain defogs to seeWhere I slept in my clothes Echoes Continue reading
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Dawn Star

Dawn star, so farHolding last of nightDark cloud, East shroudsHope in morning light Last call, night fallLetting magic leaveLost sense, silenceBreaks the old belief If only I could sleep Let go, low blowsLosing last of fightRising, mind singsAll will be alright Mourning dove, morning loveRising to ascendTime steals, revealsThis is not the end If only Continue reading
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Blog: August’s Open Skies

The journey to the next Port of Call was comparatively brief, but the lead up so intense that I once again feel held together by thin wire, and I can barely stay standing. I consistently find myself swearing and wishing I could magic my belongings into a bag of holding. Instead, soaked in summer’s stickiness, Continue reading