Exorcism Required

It was desireled me hereburied me alive Lust borrowedfrom lonelinesshis heart a tomb Flesh from fleshcan be extractedpsyche requires exorcism. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)

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Still, I Dream of You

Bound to this saudade –the agony of knowingI let you go, rejecteda love so pure –the road has been longpitted with heartacheyou, my greatest regret. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter. Image my own.)

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Equality

Two mothers were wefrozen in disbeliefas smoke rose Cried for the lossesfor our childrenfor a future devoidof peace Two mothershand-in-handshattered A Christianand a Muslim War destroys all dreams. (Image my own.)

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Survival of an Artist

He had lost everything of value to him. There was an empty canvas on the easel, his colors and tools.  What would he paint?  * Eyes reddened from tears he bears his soul, like a wolf howls into the emptiness No response Life shrinks at the sight of him wounded creatures fearing his motivations, advances […]

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Bystander

Dare I confess the hollowness of my heart How emptiness echoes in its chambers How lost I feel inside This is no sanctity no secure refuge my withdrawal is a sham I stand by, observe – circles entwine, embrace – recognize the power of love Practice the words extend warmth and retreat, before connection ignites […]

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In The Moment

Euphoric, wrapped in silent aftermath, love’s vibration still aglow Push aside the fear the effort it took to get here Bask in the moment – tomorrow, I’ll cry.

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First Love

We laid beneath the stars our youth tingling, dared to dream cosmic – Thought I landed in love’s lap, till summer waned and you were gone, carried by the wind, my heart in your pocket. (This poem appears in the VSS365 Anthology, untitled)

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Fogged

But for the beating of heart – a discordant rhythm – I am obliterated by fog – numbness of unanticipated loss clouded by dreams misted over – I await sun’s return….

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Loss and Light

Absence fills the silence with shadowy wings becomes a raven sharp-taloned, razor-beaked I cower loss too immense for comprehension would lay my body down be consumed, but for the children’e eyes pinning me their woeful gazes, begging to be uplifted I am abandoned and not a flicker called to be beacon. (Art from personal collection)

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Re-Purposing The Garage

It’s complicated, really, but so much is defined by the presence of a garage. Here is a stand-alone, connected by a breezeway, single-car with storage; could have been so much more – had planned for it, but life changes. Once had an oversized garage – direct access, housed two vehicles, custom built – but the […]

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