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Wings and Prayers

“Armed with burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”–Arthur Rimbaud Piers, rocking the morphlife, growing her wings. Nocturne rising. Pinkmilk dawn on its tender heels. Advertisements

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Live from Eden

Her talk of bruised skin, and how it caught fire on the far side of trespass, fascinated me to no end. She wanted to burn clean through, didn’t want to hear any more talk about cooler heads prevailing, or stubborn … Continue reading

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Tryst

The last time I fornicated with an angel my porchlights blew and we became tranluscent sheets of merger rising above a glassy pool of chartreuse reflecting in cursive the lighted gist of our holy remains. God, I’m open to another … Continue reading

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Lucy

Renegade angel, pissing golden light, to be obscene not herded.

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Pearl

Drowned at a young age, angel to a sunken arc– find her pearl-diving.

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Furls

Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.

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Enclosure

She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.

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Fetters

Between worlds, the vetted reaping of Memory, where wings once brushed rash pink, or, how an angel, ennobling fetters, loses sleep to grievous mortal claims.

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Furls

Feted, by an angel’s glassy hands, slow-burning river of sound, pooling white fire in rounded furls.

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Meet me at the End of the Tunnel

Forsaken angel seeking Mortal reprieve– serious applicants only.

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