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Instant Regret

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I should have spentmore time in my bodywhile it was stillnext to yours.Now my beardis full of tearsand my heartis empty.

Despair

A Poem by Ben Taylor

my rapid heartbeat is an erratic backbeatto the deafening TV static that has replaced all thoughtsThe rain thunders down around me,oil stains shimmeri..

2 A.M. Air

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Barefoot silence,tip toe taps on tile floors --the front door breathing in, out,as it is carefully closed.Spring is vibrant as it gusts and shiftsin t..

Well Worn

A Poem by Ben Taylor

There's someone beside methat needs space to breathe.There's someone inside of methat needs space to survive.I am slipping over trip wiresand navigati..

Solitude

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The evenings stretch longas we approach the solstice.A battalion of weightless warshipsstretches across a hazy horizon,blockading cooler windsfrom swe..

Deeper Issues

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Wide ripples propagatefrom where my paddle meets the water,caressing the surface, then divingdown into the limpid depths.A dense stillness rests atop ..

Panic Attack

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The feeling of a seamsomewhere in my clothingbeing too thick, slightly out of place,rubbing abrasively in a location I can't quiteidentify.The restles..

Repeated Inquiries

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The final vestiges of sunset linger,a rough smear of rougeacross the horizon,a bloody mistsoaking slowly into the skyline.One can be distancedwithout ..

Home Is Somewhere

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The moon is faded in the afternoon light,an icy disk destined to melt to a sliveras the month progresses.A sudden autumn snowfall,unexpected in early ..

Frost Lines

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Winter snuck in overnight,a parade of soundless shiversfollowed by the muffled creak-popof old bones,the groaning protests of frozen midnight trees.Co..