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Tag: poetry
Distorted Lenses
My memory of you – distorted by childish exuberance – distant and disinterested Translated vacant eyes through the lens of my needs child that I
Spirit Stands Strong
Progress – seldom linear – tosses me into unexpected decline – stranded and incapacitated. My son – with labour-hardened strength leaps to my side, steadying
Word Scat
Drop words like scat – an odorous trail, mixed ramblings, deterring detection – from numinous and life-affirming to egregious and vile – follow me if
Persistence
Relentless this turmoil, fear-driven storm battering psyche, beating me down… Hope trails, a gossamer thread, a faint flutter, refusing to die. (Tuesday are for Twitter.
Chasing Snakes
Who ghosts desire? I long for a kiss, my glass belly ice & concrete clouding our porcelain peace. A good woman lingers, then after voices
