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March 2018

September 1st

Twisting, wringing, Plummeting to the earth With no parachute I’ll land on my feet (I always do, though my knees crumble from …

Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder what I am doing In a city As I pass a hidden forest And the smell The sweet, fecund …

Undertow

i can feel it rising the ocean of bilious emptiness sweeping away my peace i thought i’d built on rock it’s these …

By the Lake

beside water’s lap she bows her head alone with herself and her dreams suspended in an afternoon hazy summer sun sighing in …

Homelessness

A breath of family did I feel While hours passed within that meal. The glow of friendship, soft and deep, Into night’s …