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Grow Wings, I Dare You
Yearn harder than you’ve ever yearned. Dismantle your comfort down to its marrowless bones then tell these bubble-wrapped days their hours are numbered. The new green and terracotta continent of your next lives awaits. Your vision board on the wall is holding you back, darling; that wall shouldn’t even exist. The manicured still life quality… Continue reading
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90 Proof Sky
Drink this sunset with me.I know it’s not much;winter has drained most of the colorsthe reds are weaker and there’sa tone of finality in the blueslike barbed wire. But sip on the song of this waning lightanyway, a toast and a funeral forthe warmth we used to have in abundanceand the intensity we had co-optedfor… Continue reading
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Vacant, Celestial
It’s almost two-dimensional, that winter sky before a snowfall. Sheet of stifled light hangs over our heads, paper tacked onto a gray ceiling, a lonely page asking for a poem. It forfeits all other possibilities in favor of one; it mourns in its sleep, the cold more an insinuation than memory. Those icy hands have previously… Continue reading
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Nimbus Theater
The sky ruptured in a deafening instant boom of non-negotiable darkness like an abrupt gesture of cruelty a stutter? a master stroke of honesty? an explosion of dust on a startled blackbird jerked to flight, and the noise that startled it so long and so prolonged, the nursing of this storm, the humid heat like… Continue reading
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Abstract Sky in #8f3d4b
The shell of light unfastens from the wavering end of the day’s chaos, the colors of dusk burning on the rooftops, pontificating on things not said and things broken by repetition, bruised from the lynching of opinions, smothered by digital noise clothed in red, the sky and everything under it painted in defiance for the… Continue reading
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Why Poets Need To Travel
At 36,000 feet with will and purpose cruising along a preordained path brushing against strangers and buckled-and-strapped into flights of fancy toeing the line between time zones knowing that familiar faith is on board but wondering where, exactly, I reach up over my head for what’s mine, for the reminders of when I handpicked my… Continue reading
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PS. Now Look at the Stars
You will see ten thousand sunsets different renditions of the same song and on some random day you will witness one whose dance of colors will feel like the entire landscape of your soul has been cartographed and retold across the sky. And even then, the masterpiece will still fade and night will still fall.… Continue reading
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Azure and Softly Spoken
You are the touch of purple to my blue symphony, the drops of moonlight dissolved in my sunset sky. You are portents of the future gilded in familiar warmth and the rewriting of the impossible. You are my reminder for believing, for finding what’s lost and for reaching inside of me for things that bloom… 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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Romancing the Skyline
Say, you were the City and I was the sky your love happens to me as light happens on ice crystals in the winter, as haze happens to the air on a hot summer day something to get lost in something to hold if you could hold moments like things with subtle scents and color… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 