Lonely Employment

you ride your bike, crying down the hard dirt roadyour morning spent killing fliestheir price, a penny a carcasshanding me my money through the soul of their drunken hollowyou wonder, would they spend a penny for meI buy hot balls in a brown paper bag with my penniesthey torture my tongue, geographical as it wasit […]

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Not Ready to be Ripe

Watching the clock, I knew, as fresh dampness gathered between my breast, that as the figs began to ripen, on our tree, to him, I would never be in season. After school, on this screen porch, waiting for him, to see the toss of his head, the glimmer of green in his eyes, I realized […]

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Bitter Still

thorns took my youthful flesh like a fish will bite the baitbitter your words, like a dull sword in battle, way too late black roses are still black when the sun forgets to shineyouthful clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, no longer are you mine blisters form on my thighs where your kisses once did laythe sun lost […]

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Drink of Despair

oh, how thee has driven shards of blackened, soulless glassinto this faithful heart, for which you had so declared to loveto seize a life, from your beloved child, which was so cherishedknotted hair with anise and coriander lingered, and roses placed thereinhence the sun will set, but only once more for me, upon our lovers’ […]

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Striking Soldier

  (one minute read) dark the liner underneath her emerald green eyessorted whispers exchanged in a smoke-filled hollowcloaked in sadness, she journeys to the bar that floats in the airwalls of black notes isolate reality in a bluesy canvasmoney cannot buy her escape, not this earthy eveningstirring within her nose, the sting of hospital air […]

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Sorrowful Surrogate

  Ripe the delicate fig I place inside my hungry mouth,its flavor heightened by a residue of sugar left on midnight lipssliding sluggishly down with laudanum and brandy Opening a cross-window, I watch your tall silhouette movesated, down the dark street with your tricorne hatas our smells fused with the oils of our young bodies,I […]

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Wisdom From Heartache

the in-between time held out her hand and offered hopewhispering my name through her honey and lavender breathhovering beside her were hummingbirds and white dovesjoyfulness bled blue, my heartbeats held in a glass treasure boxhanging from silk threads, like cotton candy, around her long necktaking her hand, she flew me into the realm of the […]

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Calabash Pipe

I walk through dark waters and study them turning memories to bloodthe full moon shines her dreamless side down, with disdain for the divinemoving into the shadows and the grays of night, with its cautious armstwo lovers lost their way, in the swamp, where the cypress grows into the airtattered pieces of white crinoline torn, […]

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Dancing Dragonflies

The fly fisherman is performing ballet with his lineCelebrating God’s creation with the rising sunshine Viewing the immense buck in a soft meadow of cloverFloating on a tender moment until my pain slid over Retinas reflecting the brilliant yellow of the sunflowerSquirrels eat the seeds as they bend their giant tower Dragonflies carry fairies across […]

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Santiago’s Sorrow

Flute notes echo with soft drum beats, as a human soul does singTearing from a body floating up, leaving all trivial earthly things Dressed in black, Santiago, Chile, morns her dead as angels soundVineyards abandoned, red copper and steelworkers sadly abound Her City’s kindness, a handmade doll, given to this guest in tearsWrought with shadows […]

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