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Twilight (2002)


The imagined but unconsummated future
Lies scattered
Glimpsed only in half light
But believed in a certainly as saints
An ember never kindled to flame… 31 more words

Observations On Life

The Morning Hour. A Poem.

The morning rises
to greet your
It springs up
and says
Greet life in
your fullest
that you may
see the face
of God


What if

How can I mourn someone I never knew? I even googled this last night. My results were inconclusive.

Today is the anniversary of my real Mum’s death. 342 more words

Pushing my Heart Open

I look in a book of dreams
the pages get unglued

I make sure my door is locked
and chained

things out of the corners of my eyes… 110 more words


The Ordinariness of Grief

My father’s death caused a lot of loneliness in my life, not because I internalized it but because I was frightened and confused by the fear and confusion of other people. 181 more words


Spock Feelings

I was wandering around the art gallery during my lunch break when a message buzzed through on my phone. I saw that it was from my friend Audra, and expected it to be a continuation of an earlier discussion about bullying. 953 more words

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A meditation on Death

Every town dweller maintains an oasis. A patch of grass, green plants; a garden. This is an unconscious ritual of hope. There is a desert a few hundred kilometres away to the East. 1,006 more words