Month: April 2025
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When We Were Ocean
I did not know color even as I could feel your blue, your sudden waves of gray sunk deep beneath their verdant vegetation. I could not have imagined the intricacy of your eyes; how a holding pattern could bleed two watchful pools of self-reflection. When we were ocean I did not know what to call you, nothing…
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statue of limitations
I sit alone off the Southern Coast of Rhode Island, anchored to nothingness, the ever-moving Atlantic is restless and keeping watch of too many silent exiles to count I am a tiny speck of land; an afterthought of sandy blonde beaches rising to meet each Kelly-greened bluff giving way to that great gray puddle of sea…
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SIGNS of LIFE (a year in review)
APRIL 2, 2024 today bone white springs where a face use to be “remains” we call them dying proof MAY 7th, 2024 today a new moon arrives and so we finger paint with our feet JUNE 18, 2024 today clouds like typed lines in a blue sky they write themselves JULY 12, 2024 today a…
santos scribes 