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poetry
why i’m including random poems
I've recently picked up poetry again in my dark times. When I feel so profoundly and deeply emotional that my thoughts lose sensical linearity, the only way I can speak is through bad poetry. I don't think anyone reads this blog of mine, but if someone happens to be reading this right now, know that … Continue reading why i’m including random poems
on the porch
it twangs melodic from granddaddy's wind chimes -- from there it runs like liquid mercury down, down into hearts unchristened and eyes of children. into my mouth it poured waxy but smooth, unfamiliar till it settled. now my heart beats through it like molasses, and like molasses I thought it was sweet at … Continue reading on the porch
black coat
i held you close woven around cotton candy fingers, streamers of me and you. you poured your life colors all over my lap i don't want to feel their last dampness underneath my toweled palm. help me, now Reach Out for the last of me slips through the slits of my millennial hands and … Continue reading black coat
that loud girl 