Poetry

Rise, et al

Rise Wait But don’t watch As they wheel your husband in, Emaciated legs exposed Under pale blue gown. His arms, once muscular, Now skeletal, grip edges Of the gurney, as his chest Heaves against the straps, Ribs jutting out from under thin cloth. Shudder When they call you in and You see him, his eyelids […]

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And Here I Live, et al

And Here I Live She hides in an armor of lines and stanzas, Wrapped tight by all her pretty words. I watch her sometimes, chat with her while she writes furiously; I worry she’ll be strangled by her chains of imagery. Some day she’ll drown in all that sticky ink, Covering her vision, already weakened […]

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Deadly Fight

The glassy sky, so clear to the eye His fingers brushes helplessly, against a sea of words, nearly enough to flood the world Swiftly he glides mindlessly, like a baby swallow’s first flight Ignorantly, the small bird doesn’t realize that his delicate, fragile wings fight to carry his weight A navy blue blur goes by […]

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I Am

Who am I? Who would I be? If I were a color… I would be purple. It’s the color of royalty and a shade that represents me. If I were a season… I would be fall. The time when you hear the jazz blues And the season that has the best shoes. If I were […]

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The Dreamer

The Dreamer sits in his ivory tower, among faded balls of yarn and tarnished picture frames, and portraits with no faces, and he cries. His tears forge lacerations upon his face, down his neck. They burrow into the fabric of his clothes until they reach skin, and can go no further. His hands shudder, convulse, […]

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