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we stood inside of possibility, as mirrored beings gazing into familiar eyes, waiting for the right moment to shake the sable sky wit..

There is poetry within me -- my midnight visualizations echo rivers, like the blood-letting of words flowing through corridors of lo..

The pen is dry -- a stately wisp of a thing, unable to write even the simplest of words, images, lines. In this cathedral of ..

Bone white walls, gunmetal gurneys like serving trays on spinning wheels, blood and sweat-- don’t forget the tears -- and the ..

Seasons come and go like visitors never truly unpacking their bags -- Summer is dressed in the same shift until she bids farewell, as..

This eve water freezes in jagged patterns on windows I keep fixed firm, when the smoke-curl of darkness raps with her corpse-hand..

diving beneath, under and after, below the surface, but above the bottom -- I am trapped in the middle a paradox of pondering: all t..

Who has seen the moon rise as a tissue paper seraph singing ballads of brevity to a sky suffused with orphaned stars? I have ..

close your eyes as the sealing of shutters when night falls in slick sonnets about this place cast aside your supplication save it fo..

this morning is the placid eye in the center of a sudden torrent, and I stand within the womb professing symbolic resistance a..