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 "chrysalism" The glass holds back a weeping sky, While wrapped in wool, the world drifts by. Where clamour’s... [read more] |
 My Love, When your hands often cold Turn to fire On my skin You tell me something That fills me with desire. Lips then loose t... [read more] |
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They speak again of cool gardens,of melons split wide,of leeks softening in a potthat never hurried.We hear it,but the day’s work won... [read more] |
 I hate that I still think about you like you're part of my life. Like I could still tell you about my day, like you'd still care... [read more] |
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Healing doesn't mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls your life. You are allowed to be both a mast... [read more] |
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The latch is cold, an unhewn piece of iron resting in the quiet between two breaths to risk the crack in a voice that... [read more] |
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I choose you in the quiet hour, In rain or sun, in bloom or flower. I choose you when the skies are blue, And in the storms we wander thro... [read more] |
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When you sometimes Tired Rest your head Full of black curls And such On my shoulder, (which is also yours) And there fall asl... [read more] |
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more or less the parrot `There are no strings -feel free to check it out,ignore... [read more] |
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Keb’ Mo’ is one of our favorite artists… We love his words and his music…we love to sing along… Today’s poem is reserved for the lyri... [read more] |
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"bright as a dare" It starts at a street‑corner park— one match flicked wrong, and the whole block tastes brimst... [read more] |
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girl of the waking hour You move through morningas if owed its widening to you,your thoughts driftinginto non-gathering—sma... [read more] |
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Ten years ago, there was a website One of poems and people It had freaks and geeks and stupid limericks It was bought and sold, I saw it unf... [read more] |
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"canticle" In soul and cathedral, we traceThe primal beat of God’s heart—Our hives buzz like bees aroundA galler... [read more] |