Life, one poem at a time

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  • Blip in the sky

    Burning up like a shooting star A wish in the evening sky She sows her tears…

  • Rapunzel

    Bloodshot eyes and under-breath lies Leaking like the gold from her veins Filling the pitcher from…

  • Autonomy

    A word that means Only what it demands Yet when from us torn It aches before…

  • Ruminate on a hill

    When the space between the hills Cracks open like a nutcase The yolk of the world…

  • Re:

    I hope this note never finds its way Back to the person it concerned For I…

  • collapsing force

    surrounding me winter snow melting flurries hurried untied tangled ice beads braided into the strands a…

  • Training wheels

    So simple was the summer the pedals spun Wheels upturned like a dog in the wet…

  • Perlite in the dirt

    It’s in the little things we had buried Mixed like perlite in the dirt Storms come…

  • thirty-eight cents

    when i was six and my momma in a flower dress thirty-eight on the concrete lay…

  • Wine-glass affect

    Over the precipice, palpebral, she launches Saturated autumn into which she dissolves From a canopy rosy…