Category: poetry
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Silence
I will write no more letters nor will I cast my words upon your silent altar. Why would I when You do not answer? Still, I wonder: what if silence *was* Your reply and I could not hear its gentle whisper amidst the clanging gongs and noisy cymbals that I had cast upon your feet,…
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Arroyos Secos
Oh snap. I allowed myself to be drawn, like an unwitting child following the distant call of the ice cream truck, to this place I did not want to be. Every crevice of this unforgiving territory is bathed in the intimacy of familiarity: the dark, warm hollows that offer their dubious shelter and the golden…
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Absence Makes the Heart
Why not a haiku to start the week? I think I miss you but then I cannot be sure so much is unsaid.
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Beloved
I chased you out the window of my father’s ancient van as you drafted a singular course and made your final stand amongst the cast off treasures in the ditch along the interstate You were the most precious thing I possessed but who would ever know it? So much that is cherished looks like nothing…
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Broken Vessels
Here lies my ruined vessel all shards and sharp edges jutting from the path beneath my feet. Once she contained a world: a riot of marigold & fragrant mountain mint, scabiosas dancing in the summer breeze, peopled by bumbling bees and cautious moths; a feast for the senses. Somehow, amidst the commotion of the living,…
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Summer’s Bounty
Today the gnats were gyring in the dying summer breeze. I watched their bodies catch the sun’s rays as they lifted towards the trees glowing. An incalculable vastness. Those drifting blazing winks of light which had gathered all around me murmured a truth I oft forget: the glory of the infinite who reaches down to…
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Was it Worth It?
I couldn’t sleep for thinking of all I’ve done and failed to do. The questions left unanswered; the doubts unspoken; desires abandoned and scattered as though they didn’t matter (but oh, they matter, dear one) So much was cast aside, and what threatens to overwhelm the ramparts of my overactive mind tonight? The simple question:…
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The Rhythm of Waiting
What happens next– after anguished letters and halting words, fraught conversations over pints in the pub and strained silences which suffuse this room where we lay our bodies down each night in solitary solidarity wondering: can this last? Where do we go when we cannot go from here?
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Choose Whom You Will Serve
long ago I made a choice- not for proximity & safety, but for that which made my heart beat faster, my soul sing sweeter. now I find myself consumed by unsettling silence, no wind nor breath only that tremulous void into which I cry out your name and wait for an answer
Deeper in me than I 