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With my eyes and heart and hands

Many brilliant men and women died for their genius. I look inside my heart and I see a boy, the first of tears in his eyes, the first...

Stranded

We are tied with laces,— the very same laces that string the stars together —held back by the surging of the night, like a large black...

Knoll

You’ll find me in the grassy knoll by the coffee shop where we had our first date and where you left me for eight months of quiet, dark...

Venezia Aubade

Italian skies serenade me through the open window, attempting to stitch me up, to which I smile. I gaze out down below them. Brick...

Pink Rabbits

Ah, look at me, fool in his seat, his warmth. The headlights glare at nothing and the crisp December air curls upward and over the...

The Ghast / A Crying Soul

Tormented beyond repair; only mental damage, but all the more lethal; destroyed, shattered and broken; hinges loosened, bolts unscrewed;...

The Drag

Dry, palpable eyes circle round my head like angels of rain. Inexhaustible wells, rusted pipes over sand; all we are is held within the...

My Tidal Mistress

Nobody knows, but I think I do. I think I understand your words like crystal castles built as you say and broken as you don’t, eyes...

Unknown Lands

It does not matter who we are, nor what we’ve done or seen. It matters not what things we own, nor where we’ve gone or been. The gods...

Solitude

It’s a sad reality we cling to now. The sounds of the city heaving through the day wallow in their distances, their corrupting solitudes....
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