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Crickets
In spite of great solitude come the chirp, chirp of the night dripping like water droplets down the sink drain, straightened out loud, a philosophy. Alone as a daydream, deep in a honeycomb, nobody...
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Three Minutes In
Three minutes in – I am a dream. Have you ever been met by a mirror? Twisted like eyebrows in confusion. Steel eye compartments ready for battle. Nail my head to the floor, my only choice is to look up...
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Doctor, Tell Me
I am going to be. Here, in a sticky womb, a living room made for madness; a sautéed fanciness. The feast is being set, just above the chandelier, they call me by number, my tattooed slumber calls....
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Am I New
Flapping tongue, to change your name, to change yourself, to change, to change, you say it’s smoking time, maybe if the zone changed, but we run on desert time, at devil lake I wish I was, a reservoir,...
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Little Golden Girl
Sounds like you are lost right behind where you are almost are What are you doing here? Swiping what I have to say about that? It is I, making sure that no thieves take the golden honey from the hives....
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Paper
Today I have a theme. I am cardboard, Earth truly is flat. We lay, either way, recycled by the Sun. If you met him, you would know how he melts rocks in one gaze. His superpower is ignited – and we all...
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Fountain Of Confessions
Hi Everyone!! My 2nd book, Fountain Of Confessions, is going to be available through Amazon this week. I am so excited to share it with you. I am going through my emails for reviewers and getting in...
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The Passage
The dragon doesn’t wake with the sun. It is warmed through mock light, on an affected cove. It looks like it could be made of mopani, but he cannot tell colors what they should be and what they are...
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Where Dead Mice Sleep
Bring your church to the key – back rooms – chimney sweep – flushed with soot – black like cats – deep in Winter sleep. Bring your arm to my ball – and chain me up – downstairs – I am a slave to black...
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