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Concubinus

Your whisper’s slowly creeping
Down my tongue and sinking
In my chest
Like poison flowing through my
Veins as I anticipate
My death

If this is love… 58 more words

Milk Of The Poppy

Waking Up

I love waiting in my basket for Mommy to wake up. I try to be extra sweet in the morning so that maybe she’ll give me a little extra wet food with my breakfast. 6 more words

Cat

Night Owls to Early Birds

Thinking back, I have never been an early riser. Even in high school I would do everything in my power to grab as many extra minutes of sleep as humanly possible in the mornings. 968 more words

Parenting

The Motionless Battlefield

It’s always the same.

I tell myself something about how I am going to wake up, but the reality is very different.

Last night I said I wasn’t going to hit the snooze at all. 708 more words

No Exceptions

your one beautiful life


april is a good month:

rain, flowers, thunderstorms,
beginnings;

birds returning,
calling to you in the
early dawn.

it’s a good time for writing,
a good time for waking, 41 more words

Writing

Union

Morning stirs in creaks, in hoarse
Throated ducks outside, heralds
Of the dawn who landing bring me round

Below the water line, through
My porthole to the sky, drifting… 76 more words

Poetry

Ghazalmost...

I had intended to write a ghazal for number 19, as you might infer from the cross-outs on my draft, but the poem took its own turn and decided to scrap that in favor of its own unique form and rhyme scheme. 72 more words