Tag: 2023
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Asana
I’d crawl back in bed butnothing alive really sleeps.It only closes its eyes.Guess I’ll do some yoga.Double-down-dog on disappearing.Be a…
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Keeping Busy
Running throughthe bee swarms, not stoppingto feel the stings. But in the stillnessof my dreams, the welts erupt.
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Calendar
Whose need shapedthis space, placed ithere. Whose prayerframed the field,season and hour.Who remainsto trace the fence-line,breathe the light,harvest the shadows.
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Summer of Luck
That summer, I found four-leaf clovers everywhere. When I was out on a run, something would catch my eye—symmetry or…
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Dimensions Of My Grandfather
my grandfather isgrains of sand floatingto the bottom of anhourglass. he is a sundial measuring flashesby the wrinkles of hisskin.…
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Ants and Arches
The morning after, we silently move around each other,pouring cups of coffee, careful not to touch—at the table, I watch…
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an archaeology of calm
loss is simple in theory.bear in mind,my observationsare the outcomes ofunaided impulse & curiosity.as a preview,people will always askto see…
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coda
a lie’s melody stitches together words that died with hope, when you could only hear the tears staining your surgical…
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Aubade with Northern Lights
Chaque nuit I retire before you,wearing bergamot perfume, a black dress,and a statement necklacemodeled after the Aurora Borealis,with abalone shell…