Tag Archives: spirit

Sincerely Yours

Breath, you are my true master, and I, your borrowed disciple, graced by the slow dignity of equal measures, allotted free of charge, if attention is paid, with sincerest regards.

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There

Your soul’s country is much bigger than you think. Find every last you there.

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Praise

Every last word, placemat for breath to perish, to fade, syncing praise.  

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Emily Dickinson

At the severest hour, everything fell within. A banquet hall after the crash, after the deluge, and you, a mouse, courting lull, tracked pawprints in flour, stalking floorboards for crumbled manna. You, the mouse, with slow heaven firing your eyes, … Continue reading

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Next

The lushest red rose, a fragile torch passed, to grace whatever comes next.

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Sacrament

The tenderest shoots, she offered as nuptials– Blood, green to the touch.    

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Joan of Arc

Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upperlip into a totem, before Louise Brooks and Josephine Baker … Continue reading

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Growing Young

I want to grow young with you, she said. It made perfect sense. People had it all wrong. You don’t grow old, your body, this borrowed vessel, it withers and ages and decays, your body grows old, your brain grows … Continue reading

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Juice

Slow kind of winter, Spring, mainlining taproot juice, hastens light to mold.

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Lovesong, the Remix

It became a goal, soul-mate to my own damned self– Nerves on the first date.

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