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Fragments, 4.8.25
While idling in traffic on my way to work, a young man in the car beside me motioned for me to roll down my window. His eyes were glassy—between high and haunted—and the muffled thump of rap music pulsed from… Continue reading
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Joy Walks Silently
Live in joy, though shadows creepIn peace that roots the soul so deepEven where the storm winds doubleFind stillness born of ancient sleep Walk through fire with feet unburnedThe path unseen, but deeply learnedAmong the ash where sorrow lingersLight weaves… Continue reading
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An Endless Spring
Love yourself & rise anewIn all you dream & all you doBe awake in thought & flameThrough shifting stars & sacred name Today is breath, a whispered lightTomorrow waits in silver nightAnd always, ever, soul shall singA holy fire, an… Continue reading
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Sky Dares Me To Speak
Lonely road aheadSunlight burns into my faceSky dares me to speak The wind aches with loveWhispers stitched in drifting leavesNot meant for just ears Unhuman and vastCells and roots in silent codeConverse with the trees Beneath all of thisA hollow… Continue reading
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An Empty Hand To Kneel To
At midlife, a mirror grows & speaksIts tongue made of fog, its voice a bellWe count regrets like coins in sleepThe brilliance fades, & that’s the spell Through seasons sewn in wax & glassWe walk the halls of things undoneA… Continue reading
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WP Writing Prompt: The Worst Pets
Jeez, the list for this could be long. Practically speaking, many animals in the wild would make terrible pets. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Perhaps what’s more annoying is having an animal that should make a good pet… Continue reading
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WP Writing Prompt: Work for Free?
Doing a job for free? Are you crazy? I suppose there are jobs that I’d love and it wouldn’t feel like work, but at this point in my life, I wouldn’t do any work for free. It’s hard enough making… Continue reading
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Blood on the Wind
A tornado stumbles through the landA glass-eyed drunk with bloodstained handYet, why pretend it bears a faceWhen mercy holds no dwelling place? It does not think, it does not feelIt does not bargain, beg, or kneelIt tears through roof, root,… Continue reading
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Sticky Sweet
Of all the sins that stain the soulLust burns brightest, sticky-sweet & boldWhen Eve bit deep that ruby skinIt must’ve felt like lightning withinA bloom of stars behind her eyesA million moans dressed in disguise Perhaps the serpent wasn’t wrongJust… Continue reading
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WP Writing Prompt: Olympic Sports
To be honest, I haven’t watched the Olympics in a long time. I vaguely remember the Summer Games from last year (was it last year?), and I recall all the internet memes about them, specifically the bad-ass guy who won… Continue reading
God Is In The Radio 