Tag: writing
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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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Atlas
Atlas, whose lungs for centuries have bent against a stone railroad of ribs now wheezes as aerosol burns his eyes, and pesticides burn those kidney-bean bent breathings. Callused heels crush stars to dust under the slipping weight that clouds up and clogs his nose; a sneeze could cast hurricanes upon us, as the balance of…
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#WhyIWrite
Some mornings I wake up writing. Through my window, the early sun is shining, my eyes still blinded I find myself rhyming syllables with consonants that complement and comprehend the bigger picture of the scripture prominent in the dominant society. I see the problems with humanity… The insanity of extreme mindsets from every heavenly sect set…
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