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Poetry Saves the World



Dear Pacific,

Alone in the shower I wash the foam of you dried ocean foam from my hips. This water cannot clean like the ocean cannot strip me bare like the ocean. Yesterday with you-- I was the flower in a clam,... Continue Reading →

The Bookends I

March hung a week in the sky a shiny chip of hope only crushed shells in my pocket I need to see the future file the edges of my common sentences, try to collect oxygen for the absent sky. I... Continue Reading →

A Night at the Sea

two o'clock am The light is pale gold. Heart never met this beauty. My power dies next to the gods in gentle surges never tells me who I am, why I stay in the wind. The moonlight on the beach... Continue Reading →

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