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Noticing You My breath is taken away momentarily: Your letter in my mailbox, Signed with your beautiful name.

Flight To hold is not to have; I have held and lost many. Why is it the beating of this pigeon’s heart against my chest, Makes ..

Unexplainable The road is long and hard. Leaving you now, my wing feathers shuffle Like lost feet going somewhere remarkable, a place That you c..

The Silent Keeping The grave watches us, waiting. Have no fear! The bed is made, And you look so very tired.

Seeing Through Rain-blue eyes, pick me like a flower, and hold me in your gaze: Shy boy, what is it you hide behind Those glasses? I take m..

CList Synapses, limbo flurries of feathers, waiting. Hands I do not know

gentle he’s something gentle; a genuine softness. textile eyes and blushing lips that he brushes on his cotton scarf. i envy not; but ..

Remembering Mother Nora I looked back into my brain, reaching and stretching my mind as I tried to remember her. Nora. The way she rustled in th..

“his” his brown eyes, closed to me, open: smiling eyes encompass everything except me. there was a time i was his queen..

miso salmon breath at night we touch, warmly. your gentle hands are oddly ruffled like the feathers i have shown you that flutter. we breathe..