Haiti Bound
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
Of ears
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And what are the words of permanence. Of disarray The things that lay thick and syrupy against a sticky August windshield. The sweat be...
Wild love
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We’ll call it a summer of wild love Of reckless decision making And frightful abandonment. A hollow. Swallowed up by darkness and cry...
Saturday, November 17, 2018
Grow
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Can you be quiet Can you watch the blades of grass through the squinting winter sunlight out of the periphery of your mind as th...
Monday, August 20, 2018
Hi moon
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Hi moon Is it the change of the seasons Or that my heart feels too unstable to move forward Too shifty. Shifting. Unabashedly c...
Wednesday, July 4, 2018
Mawmaw
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Walking through an antique mall is like spending time with my grandmother again. Smells that I attributed to her, warmth and dust and ...
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Living
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We pass by In the shadows And as the day turns to night, And the night again to day Today, we say, we will be what we do. And...
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Illness
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I am a live, And for why? For what minutes, seconds, days, of lives of trees are we here And if, knowing that we do not know, ...
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