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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Still Life: Vague Affirmations for the Introvert [a poem]
maybe its ok, to slip into the dark bar and settle in the back
among the discarded lip-smudged glasses, maybe i won’t get high
today or intake egregious amounts of CBD to calm my catapulting stomach, maybe
there is nothing wrong with the quiet, possibly, since the eyes always
stick to my skin, like roving centipedes I can feel everyone coming after me
maybe I’d be safer at home, among the dream-soiled pillows and second-skin
blankets, there is strength in the solitude, or is there? my only friend, my pet would know, would they?
I am strong in my sequestered life, still life, as I freeze in the headlights of all
these strangers staring at me.
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Poseidon Crashing Down [a poem]
He drinks lava and slinks among the alien fish on the black abyss seafloor, scourging any creatures that dare wander too close. Once a God, now
discarded scum. The sea boils, sickened with pollution and the monsters wait silently for a command. Lost all hope to reconquer the humans, to
make them fear the sea again for reasons they should. No, he is weary, brimming with resentment and the ancient gold bones in his ethereal
body have begun to crack. Floating upward through shades of blue, he baubles to the surface, aimlessly rides a wave and
crashes back down into his tormented slumber.
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