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not every poem I write is about you

Not every poem I write is about you just the ones that when I read them out loud stretch breath tight like a bowstring that fires an arrow at a fleeing target and falls short so I have to swallow … Continue reading

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Dormancy (a triolet)

What waits to stir beneath snow is more than old leaves and mud; life folded, patient and slow (is) what waits to stir beneath snow shifts in its sleep, hungry to grow the dreams seeds own, impatient to bud what waits … Continue reading

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if this were a love poem

I might say once you sprinkled constellations in my eyes and scales went crazy because my smallness could not hold all of what was blooming if this were a love poem which it isn’t so I won’t I could mention … Continue reading

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steampunk spambabble

you should ought to must really should/should really need to should certainly have to want to should preferably be looking through browsing we think believe feel you may uncover awesome a several in the pretty perfect available ***oh, I love spammers.

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25 versions of 1 snowfall

the plural of snow is snow, how flakes join and fall into one wholeness * winter is less snow and more cold to keep it * snow does not know us and happens where it wills whether we welcome it … Continue reading

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9 versions of 1 snowfall

the plural of snow is snow, how flakes join and fall into one wholeness winter is less snow and more wait for melting in ten words, it spirals soft from sky to earth the first snow we never want to … Continue reading

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there is sweet in sadness and joy in remembering

the emptiness at my table does not wait for Elijah it is full of ghosts I welcome, my nostalgia budded and bloomed to a full bouquet now, no longer single long stems posed in the center of memory we make

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