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Cold Feet

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The rain whips against my window,droplets flung from late evening gloomto drip down the glassin twitching rivulets of fractured street lamp light.Ther..

Comfortable Skin

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I am a sugarpuff cloud,casting summer shadows from leagues above your headas midday simmers to a peak.I am the candle left to burn late,filling the ro..

Tan Lines

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I am floating, back to the water,above chlorine-clear ripples,as the afternoon drags gentle sunlight through my hair.The evening rays grow ever more o..

Healing

A Poem by Ben Taylor

If I'm helping you, I don't feel like I need help.You dropped from a limb with a broken wing,those green eyes,and a sad smile that let slip the stress..

Lost

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The massive black hole that holds our galaxy togetherresides constantly in the back of my mind.I can't help but imagine it's infinite reach,it's soft ..

Moving On

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Like sweeping a dusty hardwood floor,I'm collecting all scraps of uncertainty into a tiny mound,and disposing of them.I had planned to lay in the dirt..

Endings

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Humidity has settled over the Midwestlike a sweat-through stress blanket,stifling to breathebut comforting nonetheless.There's a numbing ball of stres..

Drift Apart

A Poem by Ben Taylor

I am viewing a sliver of silver moon,vast expanses of shadow indistinguishable against anight sky black as old blood.I have watched the full moon wane..

Pick Your Poison

A Poem by Ben Taylor

The worms drag themselves up onto the pavement to die,choosing desiccationin lieu of slow suffocation.Drown or be drained dry.The sun scuttles behind ..

Forethought

A Poem by Ben Taylor

Fragments of ice tumble from overcast skies,creating a sound of staticas they collect on the fallen layer of leaves.Chattering from millions of midnig..