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stillborn (redux)
I am sick of the silence left lingering in the wake of a baby born stiff and still: the corpse blue with its little arms and legs curled inward as if warding away death’s embrace; don’t hold me, you aren&rsqu… -
Birds of a Feather
It isn't enough to say, “I miss you.” But that’s the truth: I miss you. I miss you terribly, In ways I can’t begin to comprehend, Or even write. I miss you the way a bird With broken wings misse… -
Unveiling
The following was inspired by this piece: http://myhomeiswriting.xanga.com/731674930/a-moment-in-time/ and the many others I’ve written over the years, of course. I have written you letters. I have written you po… -
Waiting
“But to me, it looks as if you look at my hand (or anyone's hand) and you look out at the ocean on a dark moonlit night, and you feel its pull more.” @silveranstavern http://myhomeiswriting.xanga.com/74210571… -
one-note
I’m a one-note, and this is my one note: I’m done. scratched, scrawled, and scribbled in blood upon a post-it note as an after-thought; an oops-I-almost-forgot-one-tiny-last-litt… -
Indefinable
“It's only when you give up the fight that you've given up everything that goes along with it.” We all want freedom; we crave it, we desire it, we live our entire lives in search of it, but what is freedom… -
Death is Desire
“The god’s envy us. They envy us because any moment could be our last, and that’s what makes life all the more beautiful.” ~Troy I see nothing to envy; only endless misery of my own making— and why? because life needs m… -
A Subconscious Encounter.
It was a quiet night alone at home, just me and a bottle of Jack, until he showed up, and at first I made the mistake of thinking him a mirage or hallucination – the latter much more likely. Drink enough in a depressed… -
Questions and Answers.
If all we are is dependent upon one another for happiness, then what’s the purpose of being an individual? Every year I find new questions to ask myself, and every year the questions become harder to answer; the harde… -
Blade and Bone
I haven't written a rhyming poem in a while. I once thought it was my forte, but that feels like an eternity ago. No, I'm not asking for sympathy or consideration. You'll be as critical as you want to be, and most of yo…
TrueConnect
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