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Soft Edges

She was a million shards of glass splintered across an endless stretch of ground where no two pieces could find their mate without crossing an impossible gulf. Without a center, she’d spun off from everything as if gravity had no providence over her spirit. Floating away, lost to the stars and black, she didn’t understand […]

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In Her Orbit

The scars on the windowsills, don’t they hint at love? The care of the tape being applied each season the trees sprout their new life and the air warms as if bathed in the sun’s breath, she blockades her home as would a frontiersman his clan. It’s a gesture expected, perhaps common were it not […]

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Stay Here

Can we glance downward for a moment? Study the firmness of the uneven surface upon which we stand with locked legs unyielding to schedules and responsibilities, but instead made still by a command not from within so much as an answer to this moment. Can we arrest our search for the next pleasure, a quick […]

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Before the Crash

iPhone 5 shot Break over these canyons and render thoughts of adversity mute with confident declaration; the tightened ball of a crushing fist and words that careen like arrows sprung from bows drawn taut by years of silence. We are now. There is no quiet under our storming hearts. Carry with these tense moments the […]

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A Nation

iPhone 5 shot These worries swimming inside a busy mind carry no shifting weight, the fulcrum centered between burden and effort so all outwit gravity’s tendency and hold steady at each fixed point, adjustments made at center for it is not locked down – it is not threatened. The ground underfoot is steady, even as […]

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Hollow

Even the evil love their children. Exhibiting tenderness in quiet moments when their decisions for selfish gain at the expense of others plays as underscore to the smiles and warmth traded with young eyes filled with love and trust. Is there worry in their hearts, these callous shepherds of greed, that their innocence will someday […]

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Smoke

This magic green, a verdant swirl of calm inhaled when the lights dim and laughter dances, it spits me out a half-chewed relic of hypocritical belief and misplaced blame. Wrapped in its cloak of hazy reasoning, judgement slips and restricted tendencies lurking below practiced coloring within lines seize the soul and hands, a cure for […]

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She Sees

Whose eyes are these that study you? Whose words are these that spill – that search for your smile and release your feral heart? For you are wild and there is no time for editing. The first flood of adoration comes unbidden, yet premeditated, a calculated measure of sincerity as if celluloid performance for review […]

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Living With It

My impatient eyes know too little of you and jealousy courses through my veins informing blood as much as oxygen, coloring the roads under this thin skin green instead of blue. I’ve loved you too much and for too long, known too much dissatisfaction in the course of these many days to be expected to […]

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Sand Grains

Our love had transformed to cancer long before the night I said goodbye to you, turned away and still. It had grown feeble and weak, a shell of anything that once resembled passion with only the thinnest lining of care a tenuous bond between us as you stood across the short distance of our kitchen […]

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