Eilis
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On first undressing the heartA Poem by EilisA golden candelabra bleeds dull lightacross the back of a pianoforte.Two feet, clad in raven-colored leather,are ready to float above florid carpets.. |
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Chronicle of evolutionA Poem by EilisThe persimmon tree quilted the side yard with its hearts of rotting orange, what we imagined to be frostbitten pumpkins turning to ectoplas.. |
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Hymn for the uncharted timbersA Poem by Eilisswale-weeper, trunk straight stone. sometimes there's no other way than alone, in a forest ill-lighted with nothing to breathe to.. |
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Fields of visionA Poem by EilisSwaying above the street, the copper-winged wren looks out. Her head thrumming the seconds between breeze-swaggers. Her feet the bent wire o.. |
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LamentationA Poem by Eilisfor my step-father |
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All things have a beginningA Story by EilisThis is not a story about religion. |
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