Tomorrow is Another Day

Suffice it to sayTomorrow will resurrect itselfFrom the slow choke of yesterdayThe dawn will reveal its artificeFrom the remnants leftAnd once born—Poems will form on the pages tornAnd music will be madeFrom the former’s heavy maladyI will dance on the graves it laidI will pirouette on the stages it setFor this is a form of […]

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Regrettable Irreverence

— To thee, two thousand and twenty I bequeath this ubiquitous lament To thee, most egregious year Beloved little betrayer Darling in thy discontent To thee and thine, I leave only this Of malice, a regrettable irreverence And fleeting, though it be On the Eve of thy completion Let it be agreed We died, on […]

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The Vastness

(In Dedication to Edgar Allen) — A soliloquy of spiders Come subsequent to storms Before the brain can abstain Or the heart be forewarned When tenebrous ephemera adjourns A silken reticulum is formed For eight legged omens to swarm In the most forlorn corners Of sanity’s derelict attic There, in their newly established Arachnid labyrinth […]

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flora nocturne

    of contemplation’s plume I am the nocturnal bloom unfurling in the zenith of another zero hour I am the angel’s trumpet beset with lunar dew an aperture imbibing of the moon’s beatitude I am Endymion’s yawn drawn in the drowsy impasse of Selene’s everlasting fervency I am the budding lips of the ominous jimson the […]

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? ¿ (E) ? ¿

“A person comes into the kitchen to dry the hands, the face, to stand on the lip of a question. Around the face, the hands, behind the shoulders, yeasts, mountains, mosses multiply answers. There are questions that never run out of questions, answers that don’t exhaust answer. Take this question the person stands asking: a […]

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Moody Wednesday Music

** Comments accidentally turned off, sorry! fixed that **   Just me diving in and out of the trees…   If you go away then you might as well…   (Imagine making music look this easy…)   With just one glance you tear my skirt…

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in which I defer

It is once bitten and twice shy  The arrival of the counter-intuitive blues It is professed in the duping delight The ire of another November It is the manic transference of Mother Nature The keeper of each season’s most tyrannical secrets It is the quiet sociopathy of snow The isolation oft confused for respite It is […]

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Feign Tame

Foxes do not wear collars As obedience is a purely menial task And collars are not conducive To one’s elusive cravings for mayhem Foxes are factually drawn to chaos Their favorite kind requires silence And bells are ruiners of stealth Jingles are the Achilles heel Of diabolical reveals Foxes can feign tame for a time […]

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Bottom’s up

             Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she goes In her minds dilated eyes The syrinx abyss unfolds Towards unknown wonders That bloom and brim asunder                   Down, down, down the rabbit hole, she drowns Swirling with lost’s and found’s Bottom’s up […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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if only

in the presence of Judas my heart’s very own saboteur I became willingly restrained with the vaguest recognition of his presence— a prisoner, convicted by my own self fulfilling prophecies the subliminal questions seemed to beg themselves “how might it be…. if I were to martyr myself? how might it feel…. if he were to […]

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do rainbows have shadows?

time heals, they said all wounds, conveniently no mention, of the scars that remain, the dreams where he, kisses me and remains, like the scars antagonizing, lingering aching, as they age laughing, as they linger are we actually healed if we are haunted? if rainbows have shadows do scars have silver linings? .. a. duncan, […]

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very temporary

the fireflies in my mood ring eyes m   a   t   e   r   i   a   l   i   z   e they undulate and flicker like molten clouds or dying stars hovering just above an emerald pool  their tiny fluorescent wings humming wildly illuminating the verdant water below […]

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Buried Treasure – Akiya Kageichi

This morning as I sipped room temperature coffee and absentmindedly marveled at my two year old daughter dancing to ‘the wheels on the bus’, I also did some internet searching for images to accompany various prose I’ve been composing recently. It’s truly fascinating and occasionally hilarious what you stumble upon when you submerge yourself in […]

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