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Side-Eyed in Starbucks
A shadow walked through the branded lady’s door. Dismantled and disfigured, Heavy beard and zipped-up coat on a summer day In a line of blue badges, He spotted the woman from his past. Venti green iced tea in her hand, Heartbeat strong and unfazed, No longer the girl pregnant with possibility. So easily disarmed and…
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The Shark Circles
There are some things time cannot change. You happen to be one of them. You are the shark circling the place where the riptide’s current ends. I used to believe the end of you would be the end of me. Your scars were mine to carry. This curse that curses us both. You are unresolved,…
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The Place Between Dreams
There’s a space inside that unhinges when I’m asleep. Where all my unresolved moments, suppressed feelings and unthinkable thoughts announce themselves in the dark, always in the quiet. The gathered residue hangs humid in the air long after the day has, reminding me of life left unfinished. In the place that’s called a dream, I…
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Home Is Where My Brother Is
While driving home after an evening spent producing a Skype conversation for Omega’s Ecstatic Chant between Ram Dass in Hawaii and Jai Uttal with Shyamdas in New York, I was struck with the realization that everywhere in the world could potentially be home. Home, for me, is no longer defined by my familiarity with my surroundings,…
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What’s Buried Inside You and Me
Sleepless, Under eye circled gruffness. Emotions unconfessed Misdirected hurt suppressed. The darkness I’ve seen in men. The shadow leads, Anger feeds Hard, fast breathing Strained neck seething. The sorrow I’ve seen in men. Whether joy or pain, The intensity is the same, Withheld when awake, But the snore, a roar. I mistake the darkness of…
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What Comes After the End of Wanting?
Ever since I can remember, I’ve had a crush on someone. Some scruffy-haired blonde boy, the quiet kind tall guy, the bad boy, the good guy with a girlfriend, the drummer, the alcoholic, the electrician, the chef, the poet–there’s always been a place for these dreamy, hope-filled feelings to land. Whether we dated or not,…
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Inside You Is an Ocean
Everyone and everything has its purpose. No two people are on the exact same path. There are no accidents. If someone wants to self-destruct, No matter what you may try, You cannot stop this. Something deep inside is propelling their need. Something deep inside of you may see what it is that blocks them. But…
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I Don’t Want a Fairy Godmother But I Might Want to Be One
“I wish I had some sort of fairy godmother. I think everyone who is suddenly dropped into an unlikely change of circumstance should get his or her own version of a fairy godmother.” – Natalie Taylor The traditional Cinderella-variety Fairy Godmother never appealed to the realist in me. I’m not a woman who has spent…
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My Dream of Boyfriends Past (Or Why I Think I Should Date a Hawk)
Last week, my friend accidentally locked her keys and her purse inside her house. I helped her break in by adopting the familiar cheerleader forward knee bend pose. She put her foot on my thigh and 1-2-3 she was inside the window. When I was younger, I remember climbing out my bedroom window after an…
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The Geology of Change: A Poem for Rock
You speak between the lines, A secret to decode. No sense of where to stand, But in between, there is something like love. The flint, the spark, the flame, Lava’s liquid sharpness, Igneous, formed from fire. You sweat, but we do not burn. Adrenaline buzzed with fever, I held you wet in my arms. Sick with…
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