Nov 9

A Poem

Photo by Jordan Steranka on Unsplash

The Train from here to eternity clicks off masses huddled against the coddling dirt.
The train from here to then is running late.
Tracks of inlaid bone and quiet stories.
Tracks of lips and bodies pressing their navels together.

The train from here to eternity clicks away the movements of…

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Sep 15

A Poem

And life gifted us prophets. The mad among us.

Those who’seyes are unclouded, and clear.
Who go from their front porch only to
place doveling’s safely back in their nests. Who’s words are
tripped over, and actions fumbled. Who sway amidst the
star crust, and moon light. Hopping…

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Aug 25

A Poem

How much Time do you have left?
The body exhausted, the mind on edge.
How much time is left?
The days meld together like molten stone.
How much time left?
The eyes grow dim, the soul emits a glow.
How much left?
The day’s grow less special and more valuable.
How Much time do you have…

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Aug 24

A Poem

The bees gather round.
The sand Watches.
The sweat stains liquid rock.

This Life unwinds like parchment,
sprawled out
upon the trees and tenements
and loquacious tongues.

The earth is shivering,
and I can’t shake the image
of bees

Building their nests within a womb.

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Jul 28

A Poem

He returns to the indigo pools in the morning — For every morning of his life. His fingernails are dyed blue at the roots. His skin is drenched in cerulean, azure, and sky blue. His eyes are blue, his teeth hair and soul. Dyeing day in and day…

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Jul 27

A Poem

Life is happening here and now
to you.
You think of meaning and mystery,
You display your mental breakdown
to everyone and anyone through
memes, and pale screens
and candy colored lights.
But your body is still here,
your eyes, your skin, and breathe.
Your dreams, nightmares and pain.
Your victories, longings…

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