Poetry
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January 2016 Winner of the Goodreads Poetry Contest We will always be here, you said. This town and you and the rusty moon Under the browned trees and the night sky. The permanence, a brick house, Built to withstand earthquakes and silent explosions. Inside I am never the same. It’s a smack in the face…
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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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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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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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The mirror has not been kind to me Reflecting back what I don’t want to see. Where I am trapped when I feel free, Locked inside the cage, when I see the key. I leave my body. I go away. Sometimes for an hour, perhaps a day. Where nothingness is everything. Where my heart can’t talk, but…
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I’m starting a list of the things I resist, So that I might find a new point of view. One that no longer causes me bother, My one-sided feelings askew. I want to see how free it would be To give up what I think I must fight. When raising my arms, or my voice…
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I. Shadowed craters swirl into a haunting face. II. The moon sings silent “alleluia” fades darkness into muted light. III. Returning every night to me, my lover, my moon. IV. Guiding sailors to shore where women wait at sheening windows, Captain Moon. V. Galileo knew from telescopes of glass that Earth was not a flattened…
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When I saw your scruffy face on the shelter’s website I thought you were the one. A virtual match connecting you to me, You busy little bee. Your golden hair and your button nose Imprinted in my memory. One simple picture, one slightly too-perky name. A sign, a wish, a silent hope That you would…
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Your body is woven as flesh with your divine self. It is here to remind you that you are alive. Trust it, it knows the way to wholeness And loves you completely. There is no need to fill yourself up, You are already full. Drunk on your own divinity. Remove yourself from the stage of…
Let It Bespoken 