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The com(m)e(n)t

Scrunching it into a ball, you toss it atmospheric, out of sight.

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Candles

Dreams are made of candles, pinpricks of a deeper light.

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‘warþ gasric grorn, þær he on greut giswom’ [Fish sad when washed to shore] – The Franks Casket

hronæsbansorrowful, weeping tears of salttaken, hunted, harpoonedfrom my blue lagooncrafted by you into this...

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Palimpsest

This is a secular city, built on holy bones. We’re on the edge of another...

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A Eulogy for Tommy

Ea! It’s so cold! I cried from me bedwhen I pulled down the coovers...

Culture Alexander Still -

The com(m)e(n)t

Scrunching it into a ball, you toss it atmospheric, out of sight.

Candles

Dreams are made of candles, pinpricks of a deeper light.

‘warþ gasric grorn, þær he on greut giswom’ [Fish sad when washed to shore] – The Franks Casket

hronæsbansorrowful, weeping tears of salttaken, hunted, harpoonedfrom my blue lagooncrafted by you into this box. hronæsbancarve me, recalcitrant though I ammay my banhus tell both...

Palimpsest

This is a secular city, built on holy bones. We’re on the edge of another fissure. Nothing so grand as a revolution. But the grey...

A Eulogy for Tommy

Ea! It’s so cold! I cried from me bedwhen I pulled down the coovers an raised up me edto see bright rays of sunlightstream...

In The Beginning

I was alone with the earth and the sunbefore you came along: there was no life, notthen, not even song. My hope had been...

Loaded Words

Where now those sentences, those syllables,Loaded like cannon balls on the field of Austerlitz?Full of the weight and confidenceAnd destructive power of centuriesOf thought,...

We Walk Along

We walk along by the river, my hand in his, our arms of different lengths and his palms much bigger than mine. The sun...

The Mermaid

The mermaid is dying, and no one cares.She does not belong here, here in the suburbsWhere council-mandated hedges block her from the sea.She does...

Matchstick Cats

Mark and Trev were surrounded on the bed of the truck by old wooden beams and bits of furniture – debris of a life...

Post Diagnosis

"You could tell no one, And it would come anyway."

Ode to a Nearly Beloved

"As though through tracing paper, I etch your features onto faces of strangers I’ll never know."

Pink Tulips

"I want our story to be one of fields of flowers and quiet sunsets. I do not wish for violence."

Tangerine

"Picking apart the peel of the ripest fruit, prying open its flesh."

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