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Dainty little feet
softly trod across the floor
black as their bad luck.
© 2012
softly trod across the floor
black as their bad luck.
© 2012
Literature
seeker
I wander much through such old country,
a ghost who's thinking of other ghosts,
missing them and their effects,
an exile from the present, and from past.
Literature
you
i dug him out of my ribcage &
drowned in bleach and flames
to rid myself of
the dreaded devil's hat
that seeped from my pores
this wasn't about him.
this was about erasing the blemishes
he left
and making my own
but you said my new freckles
spelled out your name with
connect-the-dots
across my shoulders
and i began to question
how you would sound
gasping
around such a shoulder
but oh-
i have only ever been the gasping
not the gasped
Literature
Drizzling
The grey glaze of a
pre-dawn chorus —
blackbirds,
and an overcast aubade.
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Day 23 of the hundred day's challenge: Cat
Took me awhile to get this one...couldn't quite find inspiration.
Could only come up with a haiku.
Hope you enjoy.
Took me awhile to get this one...couldn't quite find inspiration.
Could only come up with a haiku.
Hope you enjoy.
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Hi there! Just a note to let you know that I've featured this piece in my end-of-the-year journal feature