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Poetry · Writing

“edge of the world”

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or so the sign says.

solo lawn chair-

warm waves crashing

forming spear shaped rocks

whining seagulls perch the

glossy mossed tips

look at thee- the “edge

of the world”

warm waves crashing-

a sign.

as eyes closed-

the waves, molding-

warm waves crashing

forming- sizzles

ivory silk sheets

coffee and vanilla fill the empty space.

sizzles raise from the pan

harmony providing sparrow

mug filled to the brim

sun overlooks the island-

the path-

warm waves sizzling-

seagulls carol-

raised feet atop

smoothing, shining stones-

at the edge

of the world.

Poetry · Writing

Bruja’s whisper

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she said-
she said she could see the future:
with waves of her palms
a slow breath in
candles flicker from her oak table
bark scented incense smoke swirled
clockwise
towards the ceiling
her exhale.
my palms weak
sweaty

her eyes rolled back
for a second
her fingers touched mine
skin hot as a summer bbq
i could-
i could see
a hot summer bbq
the one last summer-

when-
when he was still around
flipping patties and drinking a cold one
requesting bad bunny for the 12th time
“what’s the dodgers score”
kids playing monsters in the yard.
i remember this, i wanted to tell him i’m-

the incense descended
counter clock wise
candles burned to the stump
her eyes, pale green, weary
focused
in a loss of breath
she said,
“i tried-
i tried
but
all you wanted
was to be back
in
that
moment
just one
more
time.”

Poetry · Writing

u/knighted

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new park

same storm-

really just a drizzle

atop a tabletop

with a cigarette bud-

last glare of the sun

before

kidnapped by deadbeat clouds.

honey & vanilla:

couple played on the swings

giddy laughter

their stomps soaked

their bottom halves-

the boy

stopped-

reached into the depths of his pocket-

shivered

a well kept

red note tied with a bow

the girl

stopped-

reached into the depths of his note-

she ate it

and ran away.

serenaded by a robin

smoke ceasing

as the sun peaks past

the over protective clouds-

back against watered boards

held high

a bow

Poetry · Writing

still

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right fist

aimed, like a slingshot

above the clouds

at apollo’s open chin-

before he

conducts another somber tune.

grief built like a fire

burning in a bloodied right fist:

broken frames

packed bags

a box-

“trash”-

empty perfume,

empty bottles,

a wrinkled, folded sonogram.

coconut breeze-

it was your favorite-

hangs over the bed,

still,

over your side,

a distant specter.

the fist once aimed

stared back, openly,

empty.

sun kissing the crown

of their would-be assassin,

before being swept,

by drifting clouds.

Poetry · Writing

for hard enough

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deep below the surface

past the dirt

the roots

below the unseen life

rests a weary, enchanted mole.

–

the child snickers from underneath her

covers:

“a mole? with magic?”

–

“what’s so unbelievable about that?”

meeting her dark, hidden gaze

–

she erupts from her burrow-

the covers act her cloak-

“well, how come no one’s seen it?”

her hands curl into whiskers.

–

“maybe we have,”

the child’s face melts into a waiting palm,

weariness in, wonder out,

–

“maybe we have,

and we weren’t looking for

hard enough.”

Poetry · Writing

field study for an arsonist

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“would you burn this all down, to save her?”

his open palm gestured behind him

highlighting a mostly vacant parking lot

convenience store with a couple of loiterers

water-damaged apartment complex with towels hanging from railings

kids playing make-believe

a couple- a couple maybe returning from a lively first date

snickering and whispering, a future alive in their clasped hands

and a homeless man.

–

I would.