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It’s too dangerous to leave town.
That’s what the citizens of Nox, were told when they asked why the gates at the edge of the city remain..
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When I once again found myself
in the beautiful home,
there was an infestation of bugs.
Small ones creeped from dark crevices;
Winge..
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I remember that
they weren’t quite blue
-- rather glazed ice.
Your irises were
impenetrable marble.
Your pupils were
a com..
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I repeat lyrics in my head, singing
“sometimes to stay alive
you gotta kill your mind.”
They’re right.
But I can&r..
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I can’t pry her from the mirror.
She sits and stares
into stained glass
spotted with age --
entranced by the residue
of the..
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Dark Distances
It’s been weeks since I’ve seen your face
and I can’t make this plane
fly any faster to you.
I ..
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The
blinding white
Appears
a casting light,
Reaching
out.
The
white is a sound.
Impossible,
you have found,
To
describe...
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SometimesI feel quiet.Not just a lack of sound,But I feel it...weighing down on me.Words gush from my esophagus,Then I choke on them.A brick wall of s..
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Shots are fired.
Friend or foe?
Who’s the enemy?
Nobody knows.
It’s not a soldier
a nurse, a Jew,
or even a Nazi
wi..
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The explosiveness of self-discovery and the coming to terms with religious doubt.
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