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Hello, friends. My apologies for not posting in about a month. Throughout December, I was busy putting together yet another collection of poetry. It is titled ‘The Wind Through the Trees at Night’ and it’s available for free on the website linked in the image below. Many of the poems within it are very personal…
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Today’s slurs are like stagnant water Welled up in my skull, Like the full weight of ruin From a landslide’s fury – Like an infernal melody Leagues under my skin, Leaving villages of sonnets To sink away in ashes – These fire-tinged lies Were set long ago, From a fellow voice adrift In a mire…
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The machinery’s red -hot grind Is slowly revving to a stop, Consumed by the grime Of too many summers lost – The glow Of her senseless labor dims, Entangled by the webs Winding over her frame – The swarms of her crew Fill the veins of the city, Her bones left to rust In their…
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He is the ghoul in their heroic shadows A changeling, skulking Through the treacherous bends Of a concrete maze – He is a sign of the times In his woolen black armor, Speaking in riddles When his mind is afire – He is trouble leering back Past their sequined layers, Through the balmy colors…
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Long walks through the morning frost Sit heavy in my stomach As time marches me away From the safety of solitude – Another week turns In the pitch-black stillness As I wait to be inhaled By the oblivion I’ve designed – To live a life filled with greeting And grieving and groveling, Looming larger and…
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Falling out of the morning’s rhythm With a childhood of burdens Tied around my waist As it screams to its demise – My limbs go slack During the steep decline, As a healing mantra blooms Over the desert swathe within me – Falling out of the noise Into a nourishing silence, The heavy past slides…
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Trapped Under January’s cold dead weight I’m alive, in defiance Still afire With love and laughter passed by – In spite of the frozen void Stretching over my mind, The slow creeping devastation Of its crushing solitude – But how can I budge free From this ghost-white reverie And ebb away to be received By…
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There’s motion in the ice Crumbling to a collective rush, Charging out to sea With years of walled-away rage – The river overflows Out of its mountain prison, Sending the walls crashing down Into a riverbed of skeletons – Replenishing the valleys On its homeward voyage Giving back what’s been stalled In the snow for…
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Each year I’m like a sinking stone Among a swell of misdeeds, Weighted with exhaustion As the nightmare’s climb – Cast aside on warm sands To begin again To be claimed by the vines Of the preying unknown – Until the bountiful sea Simmers green with envy, Drawing me into the con Of its calm…
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Words seldom dare to take flight, On the wings of my voice, They hide away in notebooks Echoing in the shadows – In the quiet they thrive With brave and bright colors Reclaiming the years Swallowed whole by sorrow – I sing them out loud In the encircling storms, In the dry and brown swathes…
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The lights of December Hold a strange and dismal glow, As the year’s few survivors Recall the loved and lost – Their colorful nights Ebb and flow into the gutters With the late autumn rain As their cold, grim guide – Warm hearts and full stomachs Wrestle with their bitter grief, For the busy lives…