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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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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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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in that moment

  in that moment the song was a string quartet rendition of ‘you’ve got the love’ we stood on stained wood a cliffside deck constructed methodically around  the amorphous trunks of elderly pine its foundations seemed to delight  in defying the heights levitating over an enormous gorge as did we gazing off in every direction  […]

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singing in the pain

i sang a song, tonight i sang a song and felt the words i felt the words in the sweetest in the saddest places i sang a song, tonight i sang a song and my mouth wrapped ’round each refrain diction emphatic in lieu of kissing you i sang a song, tonight i sang a […]

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may you never know

the sweet, intuitive girl having glimpsed the stern ghosts in steadfast residence gathered on damp rafters behind my eyes inquired with all the benignity of a newborn butterfly “why do people cry…?” darling child of mine may you never know what love is when denied for someone to sleep while you weep may your dainty heart […]

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(these birds do not return)

he never answers me (completely) I hold my breath ‘til the arrival of death lovingly buried  clutching a bouquet  of foolish hopes and marigolds still, in the after I toss my loyalties like doves into the discontented sky with their endless questioning rupturing with vulnerabilities woven in velvet thread  yet these birds… …do not return  […]

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bells in the mountains

  i hold my breath for bells in the mountains each toll resonating within reverberating in my halted lungs carried across stiff birch limbs nourished by intricate soils echoed in blanketed moss settling in the dense brambles where fox den’s are hidden bells in the mountains announce themselves like unceremonious thunder startling a murder of […]

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a novelty of the hunt

the wolves are circling my wounded doe heart there’s exit strategies laced in the veins of the withering autumn leaves that I’m too weak to decipher, somehow a hostage to the pack tragic captive fauna with unapologetic crossbow scars who rebelled against the false bottom of my forests floor a miserable shelter now a fate […]

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