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The Sea Full of Spirits

a burst of light spread like blossoming flower, with scent like the end, over meadow, canyon, hill, and wood towards white, towering cliff: tall and proud diving board for mote …

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This Is for Alex

I have prayed night and day that you will survive this time. How suffocated you must feel inside a silent cell for hours upon hours. I hope you and your …

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Poems & Stories

I Love You Life, Again

When did I stop loving my life? Was it when I thought of cutting myself with a knife? Or was it when I had no …

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You Are No Different From Me

Dissonant are the melodies we spout, enjoying walks – me, in the clouds, you – in the porch where distances you may measure. Juice you …

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A Deep, Dark Hole I Can’t Ignore

Know the enemy, and know yourself. Sun Tzu There’s a deep dark hole in my network, incautiously consuming my peers Is it somewhat a scary, …

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This Cramming Madness

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone. -Pablo Picasso Got in a hill of a muddle,  and they’re …

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Cortisol Joyride

Tick-Tock.  Tick-Tock. The blood on the clock trickles the hour I once recalled. The death knell commenced with the intentional pretense I embraced. Rising up …

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Lunatics

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact. William Shakespeare Tonight the moon’s a-shining, So full with all its lights a-showing, …

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Over-Reliance

He was alone in the woods and with the last of the hand warmers gone, there was nothing to keep the cold from seeping into …

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Nightcap

Insomnia plaguing me since forever dwindled away slowly. My night devils stopped agonising me. I immersed in the sweet symphony of this elixir. As I …

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Road

 Foggy noons are good,  It conceals the smell of muck sweats,  The sameness of bland gives an aura,  The moon squeezed till last of drops, …

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Sponges

Sponges soaked in sweet water, Too much sweetness, Hardly does work in the sink, drenched with feelings, and easily overused. Sponges soaked in sweet water, …

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Don’t Tell Me How to “Woman”

You tell me how to walk. You tell me how not to walk. Not with confidence, but I must be conscious of my presence in …

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Another Yesterday

I want to forgive but not forget, The threat of another yesterday. The peer pressure of my conscience to my touch, is 6 degrees beyond …

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In All of Your Pain

In all of your anger You lit fires in my chest. Now the flames rise To my skull And my mind can not rest. The …

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Fragments of Reality

Be still. Hold on. It will come to pass. You will emerge triumphantly. I feel so weary, And sleepy as a log, But I should …

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Casu Poenitet

It was a curious looking place With a slightly faded façade Cast in the orange hues of dusks final rays To bask the bricks in …

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Pole Star

I often find myself lost In books, in emotions In thought. But there’s a certain charm to wandering it comes with new experiences epiphanies and …

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Dulcet Morning

It lands gingerly as snow does on trees and fields.  Staining my cheek with the first blush of the morning light.  You roll over the …

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Rock. Paper. Scissors.

Spring comes with no particular surprise. Glacier rocks begin to surface in fallow fields. The shift of warmer weather lets them rise up, however briefly— …

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My Deafening Egoic Self

My ego mumbles, my world crumbles… Rowdy rumbling echos, “You are a weakling…” “You are ordinary”, “No, I am not!” “Soon I will win!” Life …

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Winter Sports

I remember…. Heavy Macintosh sweaters with Native scenes Homemade mittens Lacing skates Frozen sloughs Curling rocks made of peanut butter cans Snow forts in cavernous …

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Remembering That Teacher

A classroom is a sacred space for every teacher But now in place is the standard operating procedure. Yet your assiduous efforts are a formidable …

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To Cameo With Love

Our stories drift away and to the windward on a journey to find those who will listen. Now, like the leaves on trees dripping tongues …

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Electron

To be human Is to awaken to a state of paradox To conceive the idea of infinity but not be able to imagine it To …

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Sparkling Cider and Cheese

To the love of my life, When I first met you, you were wearing slacks- hair pushed back and a heavy, expensive watch dangling on …

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