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On Letting Go

I miss you more than you will ever know,but I’ve been working hard on letting go. INever thought you’d bein myevery thought,every dream,every sigh,every scream,every sight,every sound,yet in my life:never around,webelieved we had founddestiny,“meant to be”together;it broke my heartto see,apart,ties severed,plain as day:your blackbird wings were made to fly free,to carry you away,from me. Knowing “you”, is you no longer,now a void and it always will be,but you know what they say,I’m getting stronger every day,now I know that it won’t kill me,seeking peace and health, to love myself,void not filled but still fulfilling,focused on my art, on healing my … Continue reading On Letting Go

A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)

Part One: An Expression of Self (Home 1) Skin clings to bone likeHome:A place to call my own,A foreign word,In a near-forgotten phrase,I have not known inOh, so many ways,Distant now inTime and space,A remnant ofPrior days,Save for warm embrace,Sacred moments withMy twin flame,Warmed by the smile onYour face,Until the moment fades andFlies away,As a bird set free it’sRusted, gilded cage. I am… afraid. I write these wordsWith a desperate haste,On a styrofoam case,Something I hope will not decay,Feeling my heart race,At a rapid pace,Knowing even still they too may escape,As so many others have,In figure eights,All intent and effortLaid … Continue reading A Place to Call My Own (Home 2)

An Expression of Self (Home 1)

Part Two: A Place to Call My Own (Home 2) An expression ofSelfNot always pretty lines and floral printNot alwaysGreen grass and candles, lit Dark mass on dirt earth, feetThe smell of piss/sweat/breath/ taste meSalt and bits of flesh in teeth and underneathFingernails cracked and growingYellow smoke in the air blowingLungs worn and ragged asWood floors, comfort hasEmbrace for pale faceThe bestUnknown sinceYour bed, dead space, no placeTo restMy head, explodes but time is not a constant and in minutes it is back together once more though the ache remains “What does it feel like to come home”AgainWeeping hearing just … Continue reading An Expression of Self (Home 1)

In Absence of

For Lucy, and for the turning of the soil. …and just like that, the glorious pink and purple flourishes fade,as “sunset” becomes greyscale clouds on an ever-darker horizon. We walk next door,to the supermarket that smells of bleach, medicine, and warm plastic,the lighting reminiscent of the scene in which the tired travelers stop at a desolate gas station to purchase supplies from a clerk with tired, empty eyes. There is a restless magic in the air,the type that elicits an amused chuckle,not exactly the shock and awe desired, but we play with the cards we are dealt. Somewhere, the dried-out … Continue reading In Absence of

Not to Die Alone

As I climbed into my bed the other night,I found in the sheets a wasp at the end of its life. The insect seemed to me confused,desperate for answers as to why it’s body had begun to fail after so many days of reliability,once-powerful wings, no longer capable of flight,legs twitching at times without being asked to do so,senses dulling with every minute,no word from the hive. How I wished I could have held the tiny creature in my arms,and been held just the same,to have consoled one another in this, the autumn of our days,as fellow lifeforms,bereft the distance … Continue reading Not to Die Alone

In the Leaves

For you, now. what lieshiddenin the leaves,behind minutes, hours,in time,hopes and dreams,ours,is and was,still could/may nevercome to be,yet to be seenby eyesblue and green,yours and mine,us and weknow one thing:I still love you,just as I know youstill love me,always will,and so, still,wewait, patient,calm and serene;you give your all,I give youall of me,all that comes to bebeyond this moment:inconsequentialas the distance, space betweenself-referentialflakes of tea,untethered, free,infinite in potential,yet in this momentjust a vesselfor a dose of caffeine,not some sort of all-knowing screen,not a looking glass showing glowing scenes,but a medium through which we gleanwhat is essential,unknown to sense,invisible, yet real,condensed to … Continue reading In the Leaves


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