ocean
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I can’t outrun the machine no matter how early I get up or how many lunches I pack
“Make a list of your expenses; sort them into either needs or wants and in times of financial trouble, cut back on the wants” is an advice for a simpler time. I’m working class in the heart of empire in 2025. My list of expenses fall into either “things I’ll die if I go without… Continue reading
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If I Go Missing, Look Here First
There’s a spot on the lake shore I have chosen to end it all not too far a walk from the 47th Bus stop and it calls to me on nights when home is a bloodstain left behind by a murdered language, on days the walls are suffocating and the words are empty, floating belly-up,… Continue reading
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The Nautical Miles to Home
We grew up reading the ocean, ancestral wisdom on a consciousness of blue we were taught to gauge depths, to carry a conversation with drowning; we’d all recognize that line if we saw it. We are a generation for whom harbor was a starting point. We were mentored by endlessness, by the virtues of sandcastles,… Continue reading
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The Horizon was Made of Glass
It wasn’t a dream. You and I were standing on a beach. The distant past was the sun. The pulsating passion of the city was the sea. We stood face to face, barefooted on the sand, maybe a little bare-souled too. I was looking at you, at the perfection that the light bouncing off the… Continue reading
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Mermaid Heart
She can’t stay too long in shallow waters. The touch of dry souls is like a crime against her flowing form. Left to their own devices, things fall to the ground instead of emerging on the surface. All her claims to beauty seem out of place here: passion too deep, hurts too blue, and the… Continue reading
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Ballast
Sometimes we turn to the darkness as we stand on the edge of oncoming, anticipated light not because it is preferable or necessary, but because it comforts and gives a sense of belonging to the things we carry and wonder if they have a place among the changes that are coming. We mourn all deaths,… Continue reading
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Tricks of Transcendence
Towards that beauty we sail, half-mast in dignified mourning for the safe shore we turned our backs on, on freedom that comes in waves and an innate promise that sometimes lies about distances and tastes like saltwater. Somewhere, a part of us knew that the days we were burning would be the past of a… Continue reading
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Salt and Aquamarine
And there you were, the blue hour draped around you like a shawl and all your motivations a little disheveled. The benign hush that assumes the shapes of what could have been overcome blames nothing, not even circumstance. Some epiphanies are like sea glass: broken from a forgotten whole, lost in rarely charted waters, and… Continue reading
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Red Wine Stains on the Edges of Things
Ardently, the way the earth makes love to the promise of summer and conceives a ruby sky— I’ve loved you even as the folds of silence descend on the lips of the kiss unkissed, the serenade hushed by sleep even at the bottom of the falling dream, the landing pages of blind faith leaps and… Continue reading
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Fragment of the Splintered Sun
Parallel to the sea the road as if without end, and walking it makes me without beginning and hence untiring, a stranger to the kind of permanence that only the contrast of frailty allows the mind to interpret and add to its own spoken language. The permanence of love, the frailty of knowing. Always needing… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 