Month: January 2023
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but words will never hurt me
it isn’t pain exactly-but they do that, don’t they?pierce, protrude, stickin your throat, to your heart- the spirit-die softly upon reiteration there isn’t anything wrong with it,that’s just what they do (sometimes)slip pass mirrored hallwaysand broken staircasesto the forgotten garden, the forbidden room(sweet. sharp.) the line is strung with words you know, their fiery charge…
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tulips
are they beautiful then,without their brilliant colors and petals, juttingwithout their pollen and borrowed sunshine all around?when they’re nothing but dusty knotted polyps,steeped in yesterday’s meal scraps and manure,the heavy january snow aboveare they flowers even then, my love? tulipsshe didn’t get to see them that last yeartheir fastened bulbs still buried tight,laid sleeping in…
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paradise
chain linked fence bears false witness too,crossing and crissed ‘round tall grasses and thwarted weedsautumn passed leaves pock brown earth, bald, recedingfading purple cloth bag hangs heavy on taut line,assumptions pregnant with what’s to come next;damp rumbled cottons mix, heap high in woven rubber basket, not yetfar-left corner slopes slight, gives way to raspberry bushessparsely…
santos scribes 