I am the only thing I’ve ever feared -
the force that moves,
the enemy that doesn’t.
We are Gemini.
No bang, no whimpers
just birthdays
on either edge
of the map.
Take a bath
in a glacier's fresh melt
you'll notice the drowning
kills you last.
Silence
in a moment of peace.
One minute,
one day,
one week,
same sudsy clawfoot.
Not the suffocation
of an airless climb.
Not the starvation
of white pine standing proud,
rooting through brackish cracks.
Not the dehydration
from walking too far
and never enough.
Hey,
let's be friends.
Tag: mixed media
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I am Solstice
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Sweetish Fish
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Let Her
I wrote you a letter I could never mean. Trial and error - the survivalist mantra: blessed are the meek. In another era, closed captioning open for grief. Down hung heavier - cycles more vicious than obscene. My rock-tied tantra sunken beneath a murky green.
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Amaze
Twisted and devouring itself, this soul, like Midguard’s serpent, into Deadalus’ shop of horrors - trapped. Fading faster with each death.
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It’s Pronounced Bæzəl
Listen to the elders. Their beseeching spilt over dry leather cracks and smoked spices. Painful cinnamon with a hint. Piscine odored mist upon the bridge connecting feelings to one so bereft, so clouded...
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around you
Do that thing again. You cry while I hold you, like the little baby I am. Don’t look now, but wow, I’ve never fucked up so completely. Oh wait, yes I have.
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Another Compromise
Awakening on its journey, a smell of slight decay. Leaves sloughing from the canopy. A zombie losing the safe promise of summer fruits. Scurry and hurry to the beat of a sacred, albeit fatalistic, yearly routine. Close to where we started, but no less sweet to see, the two by two's; the families; their long sleeves
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