#poem
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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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9

Two spiders poseBackside of each webGuard the entranceBoth door and porchStretched silently waitingAs dawn creeps inTo take down their woven wallsAnd build againAt nightfall A third smallerPoised in the cornerDifferent speciesA finer webTo catch what the othersLarger their prayIn lasso holes tied broaderAllow to passAt dawn-break Sharp crowing soundsThe silence breakingRooster is muteAir thick and Continue reading
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Good Morning, Moribund

1am awake againAt 3 and 4 and 5Soaked in freezing nightmareBody shaking half alive I heard your voice say noSo loud I sat up with a startLooked around my empty roomAnd completely fell apart – Good morning, moribundWill the sun find me todayOr will the echo of your voiceTurn every scene to grayWhat can I Continue reading
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Re-Pattern

For all the words I knowI simply don’t know the wordsFor any of this Perpetually misunderstoodOver-explain apologizeIn 3 languages SpeechlessHow deeply this reachesRetrace the pattern to know thatThe right ones knowOr try to safely understand and with you grow Now the wordless momentsGive space for me to know thatThere’s a wound to heal Why does Continue reading
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Shards

I will pluck every shardFrom my mindYour venom touch No sleep, I want to hearPulls and popsThat tear the hush Counting each crimson chipEach small deathPunctures me pale I offer eachA gentle kissA quiet wakeA silent wail Time grew scars, tough and soreWhere softnessAnd delight reigned Azure lights lost to grayEach feelingFearful or feigned I Continue reading
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Canary

Quiet days feel worse than beforeHovering softly by the doorOr window staring out Simple pleasures that help restoreRarely do much anymore toDisplace the waves of doubt A stranger wand’ring her own houseCaged songbird eager to be dousedIn sunlight, a new route She moves as silent as a mouseA spectre of a broken spouseWhat’s left to Continue reading
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Five Falls

It seems when you’re awayI find so much more I’d like to sayBut can’tWhen I reach for my phoneI remember why I am aloneAnd then Shake head to lose the thoughtIt falls from my skull into my throatAs leadSo my speech freezes hardQuickly, coldly knocked back to the startShot dead And I die at ev’ry Continue reading