windmills (octain)
Disclaimer: read at your own risk. Venusian language shamelessly present, likely to offend Martian sensibilities. untrussed in wonder’s hush content spring locks around them like a...
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Wreathe spring’s cathedral still blooms interlacing limbs bend prayer and loom circum one phthalo and sun exquisite tryst scuplted symmetry art’s harvest rings our flawless crossing in...
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Knowing one steady question led us through a year of wonder led us here staring bare and unbroken sifting colour into light as Friday morning weaves beneath the folded fabric of Japanese blinds you...
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just to clarify it isn’t that i love you you’ve come inside branded me imprinted an indelible image an archetype of beauty and truth your face now etched in every double strand
View ArticleIn the small hallway behind the kitchen
we lean in prepare a place of merging matter and faith deep we breathe in the sacred and the ordinary wounded healers inebriated in one breath enlaced .
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July 26th. eighteen dates of iron-clad grief held steady against the span of winged bays and golden gates missing you, dear sister
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high she sits in torn tinged bits of burnt dreams and pretty winged hits light singed inside charred colours he piped through a stained glass sky cs moon 2013
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Dwelling it’s difficult dwelling here now where I can still hear the demons that shake the bed to keep the child awake the scent of rage still wafts up like a dead skunk through the basement...
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The rusty gauge on my propane tank couldn’t muster even a small gust of warm air. Winter, dense as the valley fog, rolled in and walled us off on that crooked country lane. The helicopters were...
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Stacked ambient light refracts from a blue table in the corner of his room gentle hands roll up my black camisole and try to quiet the little voice I don’t mind...
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Ribbons You’re sitting across from me in our local broken-down pizza place wearing a pale blue supermarket smock and I’m watching you fiddle with your headband. Weren’t you just skipping through the...
View ArticleOn Fore Street
On Fore Street above a green door and the tower of St. Mary’s the sharp sound of morning gulls wafts across the top of eight o-clock bells our song is perched in the corner on an old wooden chair...
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rain-soaked rivers our existence swells in bottomless beveled wells until the clouds can’t carry the wait water borrows the rain in fluid loops we fall back again each drop rows on rain-soaked...
View ArticleVire Island
Vire Island I heard about it once in an old Elton John song a place where there is only you and you can hear me and other states of grace I cannot name though we locked them up on Vire Island for...
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