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Chipped knees

Crawling towards an epiphany

Don’t be disheartened

The light is getting closer

Almost, almost

We will manifest, my dear.



She picks at the dead skin on her lips, staring.

Licks at a grain of blood, blinks, shows her teeth

and rubs the wound against them.


Tasting you was akin to hearing colours and seeing sounds

But we let each other down with feigned insouciance

Caring? For the birds.

There were still splinters from when we last merged….



Fragments of memories
Are squeezed in between pages –

Good luck wishes with your curvy handwriting
The tiny flowers you picked
The balloon you drew on the box of your birth month- 13 more words


A Hare's Breath

He drank what he drew
From metaphor
He went out on a journey
Disrobed a stripe
And the stripe
Was broken
There was not one straight… 82 more words

I haven't written poetry in a really long time.

But tonight, I did.

Kind of.

It is an ache that does not wane,
does not abate
like the moon caving in under the cover of dark…
59 more words


a mixtape of words I can’t bring myself to say out loud

Side A:  I have loved you for many moons and more to come.

Side B:  For now, I acquiesce to (y)our goodbye.