Monthly Archives: August 2018

A Small Token

You sit opposite my long gaze – smoking. Long wisps curl along your lips, Before escaping along the growing shadows. Winter has brought us here. Death steals and yet seems to Return some small token, as though remorseful Of such … Continue reading

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Night crawls

There is a brown bug on my stoop, Darting furtively among the bright pots, Hard back like a seashell, Why? What must this bug seek in the night, Light? I lift my foot suddenly As if to surrender all courage, … Continue reading

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Mornings

I recall the sound of love, Which is this ocean calling Deep within a warm, Pink conch Like new water rolling over, Each contraction of mother ocean Cascades onto itself Forcing the final birth Against grainy old sand Time has … Continue reading

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