Loss
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Dogwoods
Spoiled flowers— weep your wilt on me. Brown tears streak my throat, caress me— my languid grief. Boughs swayed when I looked for you— silver leaves— flashing lost memory. Petals— drop, my knotted wounds— bathe my limbs, your barren spores. … Continue reading
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Hummingbird
Where do you go when empty blooms sway? Ruby throats flash in green limbs– when I lean close, time ripples away. Wings beat in my mind– when I wake, silence hums. Continue reading
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Drinks with a Yeti
I once had drinks with a yeti. It was late, a Tuesday evening. He was tall, more beige-white than pure-white, and surprisingly lean. The bar was a local place. The kind of watering hole I went to when I needed… Continue reading
