Night Wakings
I suppose having a muse would be helpful,and to be honest,I had always wanted one.Bereft of
I suppose having a muse would be helpful,and to be honest,I had always wanted one.Bereft of
As I walked into the florescent-lit hospital room / I imagined a gymnastics announcer commentating the
Step one:Wake up.Not metaphorically. Literally.The alarm is screaming againlike it’s auditioning for trauma.Step two:Don’t cry when
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Shades of blueDilute Through the Veins of a Sorrowful Heart,A networkOf winterRoots,In the coldOf a lovelessSeason,My
In the desertevery scrap of lifeseems more impressivesomehow. Tenacious,mutated, mutilated by the ceaseless sunto survive by
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A ghost, no moorings, rudder swinging wideAs moorless, drifting as a crewless ship Will wind bring
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Someday I may forget the birches —Trite pulp for our homesick poets.Even the flags, blood-red,Golden hammer
We share this crazy heartIt wanders between our bodies and souls with such curiosityNot afraid of