Tag: #amwriting
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tear glazed, after William Carlos Williams, unwittingly so.
I watched an SUV barrel through a patch of chickens crossing the road without cause the downstairs neighbor apologized as we bumped shoulders collecting mail from the rain
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Dolor
The days we fight gravity are the predecessors to well earned nights. Where the gravitation of the moon seems to rip us from beneath our skin so we may breathe the cleanest drags of stardust possible, those are the nights we stay alive for. These are the days we earn entry. Hours spent holding our…
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1925
Her peach fuzz lips have supple folds, doughy like wrinkled maple leafs, soft-faded near the end of autumn. Her cherry blossom cheeks, smooth vanilla cream spreads freckled by strawberry seeds; she always dusts his after work dessert in powdered sugar, fresh from the Maybelline jar across the counter. His masonry scars are deep laced; nature’s…
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Blue Coyotes
A lightly scorched marshmallow is the aura of the porch. Where splintered, soaking floarboards waterlog our socks. Ash and clover clouds hover beneath the chocolate liquor sky Edvard Mmm stretches our faces, with laughter echoing the night. Stories bellow across a sugar ring stained table, and soggy socks dance like children’s noodle legs dangling edged…
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Fractals / Empaths
A ripe gripe smacked in tacky spit through thin lips, a wet grape pressed tight between old mauve stained fingertips, inflection a sharp vice, clenched teeth behind my eye. Tugging the cardinal tether, the demur within the protest has spiderwebbed, shattered feathers. Poignant, myopic, idle, distorted. Complaints so shallow, amplified as if of great importance.…
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