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Tatters

For many years I asked Grief to wait outside my window, a peripheral guest chancing obscure, fugitive details, and lighted tatters. Have I been a poor host, stranger to my own ghost and remnants?

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The Wash

It is not her grief but ours, seeking pure outlet beyond mortal scars.

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Cup

The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.

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What Remains?

If I were to go tomorrow, and by go I mean no more spells of wonder, or lines leveling a manic fate, no more ancient fireflies like safety pins fastening us to thin, thin dreams, all our hollow and chaste … Continue reading

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