Tag Archives: Loss

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CORONACATION Usually I pick at my nails until raw skin is revealed;But, I painted them blue this week.Last week they were purple,And the week before, yellow.The couch has a permanent dip in the middleFrom where I’ve glued myself all day—For … Continue reading

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Yesterday’s Promise

YESTERDAY’S PROMISE What flows In the marrow of winter’s cold bones Flows in your own Veins of mystery Move the spirit In a flood through your body As you feel the pulse of blood surge Remembering love There’s more that … Continue reading

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What Remains

WHAT REMAINS There is a white, almost invisible line Where there used to be a thick, white scar And before that, an angry red numbness And before that The wound that opened For you to leave And be free of … Continue reading

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White Woods

WHITE WOODS You skid the black ice of the nightSwervingLeft and rightA zigzagging diagonalDazed awakeAs if in a video gameBeing chased by ghostsWhirling for escapeThe heavy night scraping against youScratching your face You leave the car in the snowTaking in … Continue reading

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The New World

THE NEW WORLD A blood-red sky looms over EdenThe clouds cannot cry anythingBut ash The grass disappearsFires rage with insatiable greedAs the land bleeds life into the unseen ocean They are beyond emotion The flames rise to praise a dark … Continue reading

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An Empty Hanger

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When I Do

When I Do   Mor-Mor warmed up the pie And served it à la mode I can still smell it now And the coffee That overflowed the white, small cup When she poured the cream in   The past is … Continue reading

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