Ode to Winter
Startled by the clinking of Your mug upon the table, A certain look deep in your eyes I find I cannot label. Snow is falling gently, And...
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- Jul 8, 2022
Ode to Chronic Pain & Anxiety
I cannot tell you what it is To wake one day and find, Pain in both your knees That’s of a sharpish, throbbing kind. Nor can I impart to...
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- Jun 23, 2022
Lullaby to Myself
My love, my sweet angel, You’re perfect, my dove, Sleep deeply and drift Through the clouds up above. Only good things will Await you, my...
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- Jun 14, 2022
Ode to Trees: Believing Without Seeing
Much smarter than me You’d be fool not to see The tree, so wise and so free. Never doth moving Or seemingly breathing Or seeing or...
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- Jun 9, 2022
I'm in Love with Everything
Who are you Falling in love with these days? Yourself? A flower? The sound of the tent being Zipped close, The sigh of stars twinkling...
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- Jun 7, 2022
Holding Steady
I never thought I would rather be with someone Than without But here you are, Holding me. Our love somehow feels both Carefree and light...
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- May 5, 2022
How She Looks to Me
Her story is not mine yet our lives are so intertwined I sometimes forget we are not one person. Fireworks, loud and colors and smoking...
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- Mar 28, 2022
Building Character
My love, I must go I must follow my heart Cross rivers, burn bridges, Make beautiful art, Yet the Harvest moon rises And glints in your...
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- Mar 27, 2022
Brown-Blooded
Your lips on my neck, A rose, Soon give way to Thorny stem. It reminds me of The time I was a dog And fetched the stick so many times I...
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- Mar 23, 2022
Behind the Bookshelf
To make sense of death is To make sense of life. I thought myself Prepared for grief while Watching a movie in which Tears poured down...
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- Mar 5, 2022
Rage Matters
I’d feel better if My rage were a useful Friend but How can I point the Arrow of my fury at 12 different bullseyes and Hit them all? Turn...
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- Mar 2, 2022
A Love to Leave
Lips graze my wounds, Which sting and throb painfully. Yet a point where Heart, throat, and solar plexus Collide Soars and whoops and...
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- Nov 22, 2021
Sugar in My Mouth
The thoughts were not given permission. The cold of November Entombs me, Yet infinite fantasies Shroud me in flames Such that the pearly...
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- Nov 22, 2021
The Tree in my Belly
The tree is already inside the nut, Which has just been eaten by a Squirrel, who, unsuspecting, Is about to be consumed by a Hawk, Which...
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- Nov 14, 2021
Chasing Sunsets
A part of me (That part is God) It thinks that it can find, The part of life Worth living for Through vehicle of mind. It thinks and...
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