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Poetry Saves the World



Where is Winter?

Dear April, This is it. when you're gone, you're gone. I can not take time by the hand and lead it wherever I want. I can not dance with it-- a two-step, a waltz. If we did dance Time would... Continue Reading →

My Chest, A Little to the Left

In my chest, a little to the left is rose gold that holds loneliness. From inside its carved hollow escapes the whispers of Casper, a yearning for the knowledge of tomorrow. A little to the left, the lid sometimes slides... Continue Reading →

When Words are Lost

Lost words Articles of my sentences Strewn out into space Lost words Verbs of haunted lives Taking a turn I can't see Lost words Nouns around bends In the passages of green light Lost words Fragment thoughts Cannot be recaptured... Continue Reading →

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