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On the other side of your gray, I’m bathed in orange nectar; touching that thin membrane holding us here, gliding fingers across cold winds as if learning your skin, piercing souls gathered below in lazy congress. Featureless haze blankets your sun while mine lies open, bare, a reminder of forgotten goals placed further than my […]

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Sometimes it seems like the Earth is dying, forcing the unobservant to arrest little concerns and stare, slack-jawed into moments that won’t happen again. Every second a snowflake disappearing on the tongue of our hurry, tasted chill vanished, faded and yet distinct if you distill her down to that finite sting. Yet we swallow, breath […]

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I want to melt with the day. Feel the cascade for her leaving, the drip of hours down the bumps of my spine. Clear my head of obligation’s webs, threads of gossamer duty spun to mighty ideals that crack my knees; lower my head. It isn’t too late to forgo this mission. A tiny rebel […]

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My God, can we make all of it beautiful? Can we round out all of the edges that threaten splinters and sing in full voices when our lungs cave under shame? A brilliance cast across the mundane, soft wonder in the fleeting moments between our need. We grip the sun in aching fingers, our souls […]

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Those galaxies hover outside our safety. They swing hard destiny. They mock and whisper, shred our hopes into confetti sprinkled on the avenues of gravity, where the spin and weight of us expires against the whirl of substance. We bank on love to keep us tethered to home, but it ever loosens as nights forfeit […]

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Beating wings pave the echo of our lost wonder. To fly. To spend a life airborne and in encumbered by the pull of this Earth’s overwhelming weight. To soar and meet the clouds, passing through their false idols and shaking wet from limbs that invaded Heaven. Known triumph, air circles, grows thin, blackens and freezes […]

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Caught

Diving from the sun. Piercing eyes, a flare, the shine of a stare too long at hope and warm acceptance. Dance with the periphery, live at the corners with affordable prisms that skitter as insects under scrutiny, fearful of capture. Hold out hands, flex fingers and find gold play and coal shade drift with each […]

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Tranquil horizons melt under gray turmoil, and verdant lands stretch, yawning, to recharge under inclement rolls of curdled breath. Dusk silenced by the kettledrum calls of approaching fervor, the gasp of saffron light conducts leaves to open, legs to spread for the welcoming flood. Storms exact quivering lips, tensed thighs, great exhales from starved lands […]

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Ghosts don’t travel in sunlight, but there they were, translucent and shimmering outside the gathering storm, souls reaching from a fiery heart fleeing discord. Even the impending torrential storm won’t quell this blaze. Gathering in the chest, ducking behind a rib, huddled into itself, the restless spirits will continue to nip at the heels of […]

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When I was a child, this kind of cloud – especially with the airplane trail leading into it – would have terrified me as it looks so much like a nuclear impact mushroom. As an adult, I know it’s just a storm cloud blossoming, but that childhood fear lingers… #clouds #sun #nuclear #boom #scary #frightening […]

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