All or Nothing
If time were clay that offered me a chance To shape anew the path that brought me here, To mould it would undo the sorrows past, Yet lose the wonders…
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Scanxiety and Other Updates
Took my meds and checked the chat Someone’s wife just shaved her head Someone else says, “Fuck this fog.” Missed her kid’s school thing again Marked the day…
The Pour
She begins brittle, tightly curled, a rustle of dry whispers waiting for a reason to unfurl. I linger, calm and quiet, until her need stirs me, kindling the flame that…
Bric-à-Brac Babel
Beneath a tattered coat, it haunts the street, A mongrel tongue with mischief in its eyes. It lifts what other languages repeat, Then cobbles words and swears it’s neat…
On A Winter Mourning
Beneath the willow's frozen, brittle shade, I mourn the garden buried deep in frost. The tender shoots that once began to fade, Now sleep beneath the ice, forever…
The Hands Know the Hour
In the morning I weigh my hours, measuring minutes I might not meet, I decide to mark the calendar with ink instead of with doubt— As though tomorrow is a…