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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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Appointed hour

I am writing again. Death takes our breath. Steals from us in a moment of sudden, sharp finality. We look and we see the black. We feel the cool draft of this known reaper’s path. We reach for his sharpened … Continue reading

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Losing her.

No words come. For once, silence. Every thought cancelled over the opposite. I long, as if holding a breath for three minutes. My lungs angry. I ache. Influenza saps each muscle, my soul instead. I see. Vast expanse of midnight … Continue reading

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