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Between Scylla and Charybdis

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

No wind to cursethe unforgiving wayof wavesa fortnight spentbetwixt the toesof two ravenous whoresI made a pact:if by chancesome reckless god washed m..

Wisdom

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Before I grew you I thought wisdom was something you had to grow into: sort of like pants handed down from one generation to the next-- l..

When I Left

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

When I left I was never coming back the smouldering husk of a love raining embers goodbye. A decade whisked from memory the bitter chalk..

2222

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

"tightened the screws a bit"

Musica

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Being with youwas like comingsuddenly to the seabeing confrontedby the illiteracyof a languageI'd thought I'd masteredIt turns out I'mreally an idiots..

A Convergence

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

iBeing with youhere, in thishour and placeis all I know--the convergence of sensesto time and spaceof time and space.iiIt is rightwhat they say--that ..

A Year Later

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

She keeps her tongue until they settledthe logistics:weather, "it was best to go beforewinter turned the mountains impassable."A small party travellin..

The Infinite Number

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I kept youthrough all the driftsof purpose:the ever mercurial shiftsin reason, the constant rocking backand forth of mismatched rhymes;I promised then..

Walking Cathedral Trail, The Devil's Thorn

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

The sign reads: beware Tribulus Terrestris reminderto the invasiveinterloper here is not yours to make what you will of... ..

Nothing of Note Here

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

Nothing of note here, no tragic melt of a skin splayed across the pavement, a six-o'clock lead to bleed into the shuttered senses the rubber..