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The Rope (Portrait #3)

  The snow is blamed, it always is, as mad as you get at it, as mad as it makes me. But, I know, like you do, now, it’s always the rope. The others don’t realize the rope’s properties, as a living thing. They aren’t… Continue Reading “The Rope (Portrait #3)”

Casuals Don’t Fool Anyone

  Slippers are for cowards Slip-ons are for Christmas Morning hung-over dads Sandals are for white people forced into dreadlocks on their way to burn a man Dancing out of their money eating spiced tempeh fries disguised as Jesus peyote offered by the naturopath… Continue Reading “Casuals Don’t Fool Anyone”

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The Instrument (Portrait #2)

  I stumbled upon her, hidden behind a large sliding door, within the comfort of darkness, unmoved, silent. Is that possible? She seemed so old, so incredibly old, as if one touch would turn her into dust. And dust was inside, so much earthly… Continue Reading “The Instrument (Portrait #2)”

I See Behind The Glance

  I see behind the glance The smell of hair My nose dug deep Kisses graze off   Missed deserts drink Daylight, a fear Nighttime, a place of fibs Soft hidden in the harsh   I have no sight Beyond what I feel Fingertips… Continue Reading “I See Behind The Glance”

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… Continue Reading “The Ripples Are Confused”

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… Continue Reading “We Awaken In The New Dry Day”

Static Leaf

The leaf dances Around every corner Around every thought Even in the avoided song   Now upon the ground A rush of wind stirs Hands like autumn A distant radio is heard   Gathered in piles An invitation to jump Soft at first, then… Continue Reading “Static Leaf”

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