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Poetry Saves the World




James knew with certainty, on his seventh day of death, that he could only hear living things. This difference between the world of the dead, in which he now dwelt, and the world of the living, which he missed completely,... Continue Reading →

Star Dust

For James: What draws out the chaos other than dreams Dreams of lips with me Covering me Devouring me I can't breathe An echo brings me back in time A thousand letters that can't mark the cold in my heart... Continue Reading →

The Disconsolate Suffers its Host

Aislin ran within me footprints on the walls of my intestines breaking the best I could offer with protest. Character flaws. But mostly hiding her under the lined paper. Coloring over her with the tip of my pen. I saw... Continue Reading →

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