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Here is the Night [a poem]
Here is the night. The moon hangs heavy but is hidden by a thick fog. Bridge lights
flicker like glowing fireflies in the distance. A dampness clings, kisses skin, moistens clothes,
and miniscule drops float in the air colliding with disheveled hair. The slow drawl of the cables, the
burning odor of metal on metal, decades old, time floats in the air, moving and pushing us toward
the future, a place we cannot avoid. A horn honks in the distance, another in response, the city
crawling with life trapped in a sea of fog, here is the night.
Warrior on the Beach [a poem]
Pulling dreams down from the heavens, she
lifts the world off her shoulders for a breath of
salty-sea air, unsheathing and driving down her sword
into golden sands. A moment to rest, a breath to life.
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Endless Tragedies Coalescing [a poem]
and they strike through my heart, like bullets, like shards of glass
an endless procession of death and murder, there is no ignoring how
the violent acts reverberate, pulsing through the inner cores like an
epicenter, an atomic bomb. I lay wasted, recovering in the rubble.
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Floating Latex Belly [a poem]
Here, I float, latex belly, swollen with helium, kindest intentions and thoughts streamlined and syphoned into my narrow opening, bow-tied shut and noosed with a plain ribbon. I am let go and swirl up into the opalescent blue. A signal, a traveling marooned miniature island in the sky.
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