The Moon poems

  I. The moon The moon comes out to play, Thirsty, it leans forward And drinks from the stream. II. The witness The moon was a witness That night under the stars When I lost myself In you; When the song of nature Became our song and I Beheld for the first time the Face…

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When death looks a lot like sleep

sometimes dreams die. i hold it in my arms feel the thready heart beats slowing; feel my heart beat cease. what do you do with a dead dream? how do you bury with your hands what they have wrapped around protectively? how do you say goodbye, before you’ve had the chance to say hello? today…

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Death is only a click away

You click on death’s Door. Again. She opens wide. Not every door Has a lock. You pick her locks Easily. Too easily. You sense the danger At the back of your mind but You have crossed The threshold. Too late. Death is only A click away.

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Walking a tightrope

my head is full and heavy. like my brain is drowning in water while running from crocodiles whose jaws snap, sending ripples through my interstitial fluids. my brain is a bar filled with drunken raucous men or a market square at noon drowning in voices. behind my closed eyes is a country at war knowing…

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