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Life in Limbo
I am not a poem just the poet. An interpretation reflects so seldom on the inspiration but rather something in the reader gone unspoken, provoked into motion by the thought of reciprocation. An invitation to feel and be rid of the lingering; this is the job of the writer, to put on paper what others…
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Idle Impulses
My lips are dry from all the caffeine, sun, storytelling loosening muscles and stretching thin the skin. They pucker out, curl in, intimate fasting fosters easy distraction. When floral lace leggings snag my eye slobber slung from a dogs jowls glides against my reaching hands, but I’m unphased. Transfixed on their presence this is my…
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How to Breathe
There are sparrows in September shaken trees, squirrels gnawing on autumn remains, wayward leaves under feet still crunch with satisfaction, and the breeze is warm like children’s smiles. The sky this morning was rose, it matched the flush in our cheeks and burned with the mourn in our hearts but the sparrows still sang to…
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