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Brick by brick I construct the fantasy of you.Your brilliant eyes. The contours of your body,Flowing seamlessly together. Every step you take,The grou..
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I hear the knock on the door, a smile
From an acquaintance shines through the peephole,
So I barricade the door with my bed and dresser
A..
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I look away from my dresser,
While the dust settles and thickens on the cherry surface.
As days pass, the particles transform into clean clo..
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I think our pieces fit but with all of our different
Dips and curves and jagged edges and colors
The way we belong to the bigger picture
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A Chapter by Chris
“Pouring your heart
onto a page leaves you there, vulnerable, waiting for somebody to maybe even
care to read what you wrote. And then if ..
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A Chapter by Chris
Discusses inspiration behind the arrangement of the poems and the title of the chapbook (in other words, yes, it can be ignored).
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A Chapter by Chris
You stalk among us,
An invisible curse that enfeebles us on the inside
Until you grow your hideous purple flowers
On our ashen white skin..
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A Chapter by Chris
My muse is the breath of sunrise
That brings the birds to sing and to play,
It is the wind ushering the sailboat through the sea;
My ..
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A Chapter by Chris
We’re a fence with nicks and scratches in our wood,
And as the weather wears us down,
Holes become craters and pieces break away.
R..
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A Chapter by Chris
Inside the grey, nothing is clear
Beyond my outstretched hand, but I wander,
Search in the silence for the one
Whose heartbeat melds wit..
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