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The Writing Life

Pen, referencing a glossary of soul, scratches out excess to clarify Eternity, finger-holds, tenuous at best, dignify the mount of a marvelously impossible task. Advertisements

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They Are Their Own

Do you know where your children are? Or rather who, in their ripening pedigree and new language they are in the process of becoming? Make no mistake They are not nor have they ever been yours belonging infinitely to the … Continue reading

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Creed

As soon as your pen makes first contact with the page you have done yourself the great and holy service of destroying that viral boogeyman, Perfection, which has buried far too many acts of expression and faith, a dream-life darkened … Continue reading

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Mother, Daughter

Mother, without your touch, blood-lush access to eternity’s grasp, I am rudderless, and adrift, in a world that shits on innocence. ………………………………….. Daughter, without you to hold, a promise illumined into love’s totem, I am sunless, and moonless, a  stray … Continue reading

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Close-Up

Sorrow’s fresh close-up, pale rose in winter garden– Love’s time-tested soil.

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Enigma

Modeling the glyphs of a soul’s swooning cursive– Who will transcribe me?

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Cask

Sundered veil, alight, lamp’s rounded eye grazing warmth– Window casking soul.

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Golem

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: I think, the bottom line, Piers, is that one’s protector is or can become one’s destroyer. Angels are monsters in wait, same as monsters are angels awaiting transformative context. The two are one and to divide … Continue reading

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Hale

To sharpen one’s teeth against solvent pages and grated silence is the bite in the air the old poets crowed about, and the wind saliently scales, as if reverse were a condition and not Memory fasting into childhood’s hale.

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At the Bottom of Childhood’s Well

   It is a magic time, it is a deadly time.    We are fresh and newly forming, we excel in discoveries, delight in newness.    Our souls are malleable, there is fluidity and grace oozing from us, and with … Continue reading

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