Tag Archives: grief

reflections on rainy streets

I’m singing, like a lost child’s tune, the sweetness it carries, the good it can’t do. and I say: please, not yet. and I say: we’re not through. and I love you, yes –  but the vultures are scouting this … Continue reading

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red-mouth secrets

I caught the scent of leaving like red staining a hunting trail. behind, screams that burned silent. ahead, a sky not meant for me. standing on a knifepoint – you say the name that stops the bleeding. stinging palms hold … Continue reading

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fuel like fire

there’s nothing left of what was. just handfuls now, almost-dust and never-enough. you hide them in boxes labeled “things I could love” only to bury them when winter comes. the steel-hard ground gives no comfort or thanks, instead demanding tribute … Continue reading

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flicker

this day is as new as the bud of you,  tightly furled,  easing into reluctant half-bloom. the thought that I could hold is you is a memory now,  stained red and faded from years that passed  without daring to breathe … Continue reading

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answerless questions (part 23)

how do we live in a world that expects constant forgetting? erasure of the past that built us on the road to becoming something different. how do we stand when we are always, always giving away our legs in the … Continue reading

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and so it is

the reflection that never ends, back and forth until we’re nauseated or crazed, pupils dilated, reality refracted and fragmented, all meaning lost. before the cover came off I was unaware, alone, before the cover came off I was me without … Continue reading

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give it all you’ve got.

and so the words, like always, didn’t hold water when it rained down. filling, saturating, tipping, spilling until the gutters ran dark and there was nothing left to save. what a beautiful cocoon we built around these lies, what a … Continue reading

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