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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Song of Ophelia

— In the chimeric awning of dusk The sky betrays it’s hesitance to dim Merely a merciless dome Doused in the hyperbole of saccharine clouds As an eerie stillness descends Upon the river’s edge Ophelia reclines Unseen among a luster of reeds Reticent as a solitary pearl earring Or a cameo broach, that breathes She […]

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With No Compromise

Holy shit. This track is really something. It has some kind of moody, Motown, lo-fi magic. The harp. The swell at 1:40 is the closest thing I can sonically liken to the feeling of falling madly in love with someone. Sigh. This is the kind of song I could listen to for an actual eternity, […]

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a love that had no end // too good

October 2nd, 2017 was the last text. 4:39 a.m. Eastern Standard Time. — “you awake?” — I stayed up late just in case you needed me. I missed the message by mere minutes. Your mother would be boarding a plane in the morning. She missed you by mere hours. I’ll never understand why. There’s supposed […]

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I think I can (I think I can)

The Question:  Train A, traveling 70 mph, leaves Westford heading toward Eastford, 260 miles away. At the same time Train B, traveling 60 mph, leaves Eastford heading toward Westford. When do the two trains meet? My Answer:  What do they sound like? What happens if one crashes? Would they ever meet? What if both are […]

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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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everything’s roses

The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats — ‘O words are lightly spoken,’  Said Pearse to Connolly,  ‘Maybe a breath of politic words  Has withered our Rose Tree;  Or maybe but a wind that blows  Across the bitter sea.’  ‘It needs to be but watered,’  James Connolly replied,  ‘To make the green come out again  […]

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tale of a tributary heart

the grieving heart on my pale sleeve with it’s black veil and cameo locket obscuring it’s delicate elegies pinned with sprigs of sage recollections faintly billowing like bittersweet incense it’s ashes enshrined lovingly in poetry a dainty rosary  clutched to breast each glass bead, an ode to the deep, velvet pain framed in the futility of mourning – a. […]

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dear dionysus

if only you knew  about the letters I’d written in my head to no one in particular also to someone  and maybe, even a few  were addressed to you in torrential ballpoint scarlet letter ‘A’ for ‘April’ or ‘Antigone’ and possibly ‘arsenic’, or ‘annihilation’ all those words are interchangeable, anyway my filigree cursive bleeds with […]

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empathic emergency

  a fifty one fifty kind of love pioneering the art form of bloodletting emotional sepsis personified she’s an overdose disguised as a memory self-pity toxicity and you are cardiopulmonary resuscitation spoken in prophetic verses shrouded by the sirens of her ambulance chasing scientifically speaking rigor mortis has set in stiff limbs resistant the only […]

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