making it work
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While My Springtime Sleeps
It must be something deeper than a good thing that no longer holds an extinguished morning parading its remnants of colors like a robe whose only virtue left is dignity, the weight of history, the tangerines and mulberries no longer as vibrant and their edges blurring, the cranes tired of kissing the sky, the sky… Continue reading
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Serendipitous, Like Double Exposure Photographs
You are healing me but you are also breaking me in places where I didn’t think I could be broken Will Shakespeare said, “like a sickness and its cure together” but it’s really like two different things occupying the same place at the same time my body is the middle ground where I meet you… Continue reading
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Honeymoon’s Over
It echoes in pairs, the love that you speak in times of self-doubt, once to mark the moment and once to to see how it measures up to the silence when you’ve conquered the obvious demons and it’s no longer about gathering courage but rising above the oppressiveness of the ordinary, weight of routine on… Continue reading
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Every Mile is Home
Every day he loves the woman under repair. Some days I get a little closer to being the woman who’s more whole, easier to love, and more worthy of loyalty, of friendship, of compassion and understanding. Other days I fall apart a little more than the broken thing I already am. But every day he… Continue reading
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It’s No Longer About The Chase
We destroy love not when we love the wrong people but when we stop loving the right ones when we somehow get convinced there are better things to do than cherish what is good for us. Continue reading
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Dreaming Across Rooftops
I want to lie under the stars of your unraveled incompleteness maybe feel my subconscious lifting to come face to face with the void in the shape of everything you feel that you’ve been missing I think I’ll know you a little better if one night I slip past the clutter of complex geometries you… Continue reading
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Self-Love in the Pitch Black
There are a lot of things you can do while waiting for your eyes to adjust to the dark after switching off the light. You can reach into the back of your throat and gather the screams you’ve been holding back throughout the day, refined lady that you are, and release them quietly into the… Continue reading
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The Queue for Luggage at the Terminal
There’s a part of me that loves you by training my eyes to focus on the shining light, and a part of me that loves you for all that you have overcome loves the shards of your character that survived, though not unscathed, while the rest of the pieces got thrown into the fire, shards… Continue reading
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Restoring a Stradivarius
Kiss me along the rays of my inner sun. Call your serenity after the ocean blue of my soul. Remind me again that I am infinite. I have cast my future in faith and fever dreams. I have a lithe spirit, but the rushing of days and the dragging of nights have taken with them… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 