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put me to sleep every
night
like clockwork
before I could yawn
and lament
my troubles with
the moon,
like my ruddy fist
could sh..
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My
cup of coffee is light
under
my fingertips
and
I barely notice how
I
drag
it
deep
like
a cigarette
wondering
if ..
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Mary is sitting in her
bathtub
feet up
she paints her toenails
the color of blood
pyramid studded
she stretches her neck,
..
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The
trees are naked
and
brittle under the weight of
snow
falling like sinking ships
in
an ocean wave
their
virgin mouth..
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Any
relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.
-Emily
Bronte
If a soft light fell
on my desk with the humble co..
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I’ve noticed the
catered humor in color
This fall
Where the
cranberry-hearted Starbucks baristas
Holiday season our
minds
And han..
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Here in the sunshineShe wears the rays as a maskAnd her playing eyes aren't honest, for onceThough she stares deep,Willing they cover the rest of her ..
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Yesterday
I swallowed the ocean whole,
As if
I could claim it as my own,
And
suffered quite a long night
With
the salt echoing in my ..
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I.
Like the moon dipped
And waned
Her marble-heavy sails,
The sailors dismantled her
With their eyes
Like a slice of cake.
They longed ..
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Ephesians 2:8
“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith--and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God--”
We were l..
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