A hermit strolls in solitude, Through aisles of spectral hush; Each item glows in lyric touch— A loaf, a pear, a thought subdued. …
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We make a room by entering it. Breath before voice, heat before word. The space notices. It tightens, sighs, leans in. Curtains adjust their…
1 Comment“To the Forgotten Poet” But perhaps— you are not forgotten. Not truly. Your voice threads the dusk between radio static, slips between keystrokes,…
1 CommentPocketed Whisper they said don’t be too much so I became exactly what they couldn’t name and smiled when they stuttered
1 CommentIn friendship, it’s the extra call late at night, the remembered laugh from years ago— something unasked, freely given. In service, it’s the…
1 CommentHe drew the world not as it is— but as it might be travelled. Lines stretched taut like tendons across the muscle of oceans;…
1 CommentMaginot Maginot The walls were thick with will— not strength, not steel. We laid them down like pronouns in a grammar of fear, fluent…
1 CommentWords collect like morning dew on leaves— offered, absorbed, refracted— a quiet exchange in the rhythms of being. Voices scatter across a vast terrain…
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A bee died today Spinning and spinning All day until….. It couldn’t fly away To escape my little world His corpse I picked Carefully off…
3 CommentsThe river speaks in hushed tones, its currents thick with secrets, folding into themselves— the weight of unspoken histories dredged along the silt. …
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By the way a rock pigeon cooed Deliberately out of sight And moved me to rise from bed With my own jingle in heart And…
Leave a CommentRare and stark is the isolated island In its heart – its bipolar mood And it stokes within the imagination A fire – a want…
Leave a CommentUnmoored, drifting— a face blurs against window reflections, is it mine? A stranger’s? No matter. Streetlights flicker in shallow pools, mirror-puddles swallowing neon, while a…
1 CommentA brook trickled easily down As poetry running unbound And I stood on a rock To hear the steady stream Of foreign words gurgled. A…
Leave a CommentI will not let the weight of old winds bend your wings any longer. You will soar, not for escape, but for discovery. We…
1 CommentA gentle smile, a steady tone, kindness held with careful grace. No harsh rejection, no retreat, just warmth that time will not erase. A hand…
1 CommentA soul refrains from distant quests, Throne, temple, summit—all forsaken. The answer dwells, soft-spoken, near, Its whispers carried on dawn’s breath. Kindness becomes…
1 CommentI can picture her bright blue eyes Piercing right through me; The person I was not supposed to be. How enraged she is. A long…
Leave a CommentThe tides still reach though hands grow thin, Oars lie quiet where once they’d been. From spade to sail, from heart to shore, A…
1 CommentVelveteen Rabbit: left forgotten on the floor, overlooked, shy, sawdust-made, snubbed by the grand and mechanical, a world of prideful toys, and absent understanding.…
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