Tag: death
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eulogy for a mother
on her birthday I drink my coffee black with two sugars, like she did. There isn’t a single cloud in my coffee on March 28th, only the gentle clank of a silvered teaspoon against the lip of my favorite coffee cup. This most comforting sound can be heard from anywhere in the house. Deep chestnut…
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Breaking Blossom
wild delicate body three hands and a foot long lonely, rippling home swan/step swan/step twilight is the blessing then at times, the only thing the fleeting respite from days steeped in inhales step tersely, but bow to darkness to kindness to the “ness” of everything if I stepped out of my body I would…
santos scribes 