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Something I wrote a few years ago, sent out to a handful of magazines, and forgot about. Recently it was published in The Stray Branch, which reminded..
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Morning comeslike barbed wire, leavingrust in my coffee,red dots on the palms of my hands.I hold on tight,write postcards to an absent friend - emotio..
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The sun wraps strong fingers around your faceand leaves a halo in the spacebehind your head:for a few brief moments, you wearthe painful brightness,th..
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Dusk, twilight;evening starlight;end of day:stray cats,swooping batshunting prey.Here I sit and here I stay - the steps are hard, the buildings grey,t..
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I want to sleep ina bed of flowers tonight,hypnotizing starswatching over our bodies.I want to hold you tightly in my armsand listen to the warm assur..
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Dreaming, I standat the edge of a seaof broken glass,wading barefootin splintering waves.And far away, the sound of the shoreline:silken sand,softly i..
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She takes off her dress,satin straps slipping slowover smooth shoulders paintedwith lipstick like burns: cigarette kiss glowing darkly narcotic - red ..
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Originally published in print by The Stray Branch magazine.
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Here
I am across the world
You
across the wide salt seas
Always
this distance between us
You
are no one
You
are only words
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This was originally published in print last October, in Sephyrus Press' Afterlife Anthology.
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