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Hands

  These lines in my Hands, Some say they can read them. Stories like hills speak through them A Dirt Embeds itself in my palms Deep inside the lines, I have rinsed with the coldest Water Over my opened Hand As more lines appear,…

The River (Portrait #1)

  The river– Cold, of a certain depth, certain speed, enough to conceal . Annie had freckles that hid frowns, dusty eyes—unmanageable red hair like wild wires sitting upon a strange round head. Pulling Jessie’s wet wrists, towards the water, hands slipped away. Annie…

Word Knots

  Span of index, arms weakened Rambles upon wrinkles, I am Pressed between Earth and Air…..Flow upon my continent’s Systems, scattered over ranges   Puddles flirt with thirst, Lakes, Mock the drought of my Throat, Reservoirs dribble… For My body is a gathering Of…

The Ripples Are Confused

  The river runs grey today Echoing the action of clouds They move, as it runs We are underneath, on the banks   The river is smiling at us This leads to a flood of sky Movement, on the way The flow can’t be…

We Awaken In The New Dry Day

You are like the missing rain Only the mist has been caught in the trees A thousand kisses fall to the ground Mud has formed at my feet I am on my hands Tracing your lips   Wooden steps support me The world is…

Before The Snow Falls Again

  The snow makes a sound When it is the most silent Spoken layers, hot tongue Venom love, words drop   The ache twists, gnarled Shoestring fingers grasp A cold hold, on a softness First appearing as steppes   So many footprints, now Lead…

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