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Moon
The Moon would’ve told me your name if I asked. I could see the beads of your vowels glinting against its dusty mirrored surface. Luring me in like a question that’s proud of having no answer. But I preferred the work of searching for your jumping consonants through cursive concrete…
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To Fail Is To Win
I wish I could write about her. But I can’t. The candles blow out when my fingers near the ink. She holds something more than that can be written. And I never want to dilute what she holds to the world. To try would be to fail. And I don’t…
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Hi, MTV. Welcome To My Friend’s Crib
Open doors. I sit on the couch of a friend who is more than that to me. The leather of the couch always seems a slight bit dampened by the ever breathing hanging sulk of dog. My friend’s roommate’s dog. A distant relative to me. And I treat him like…
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Shout Out Honesty
Honesty is quiet. Like clean air seeping into pure lungs. Honesty glows like the halo of a newborn. It holds no riddles in attaining its rewards. All you have to do is let it flow. Open all the windows. All the doors. Let the bugs fly in. Let the people…
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Fly
I am a fly in the temple of your love Gliding past swatting hands and disgusted stares Is it wrong for me to wait for your heart to change Is it wrong for me to stay in pain Your stone walls are adorned with freckles of wear and tear Made…
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Thought – 4/26/26
Everything can be real if you want it to be. The doors of new can open with a pristine glint of stars falling on the borders of everything that could ever be. If only ever could be now. How do we make that happen? How do we acclimate the excited…
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It’s Ok To Take Time
I used to be able to string words together beautifully and endlessly. Like an infinite beaded necklace. Always conjuring new patterns yet harmonizing smoothly with the ones before. My beading now lies in hibernation. As the carrying body of this practice has accumulated a sickness unknown to even studied individuals…
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Trident Of Truth
Get better and scream to the heavens. I miss talking to the heavens. Their voices have been mute. The I Ching has been a good help. I asked it about you today. I asked if what we’re doing is good for me. It told me to “start new”. With an…
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Fuck !
How do I feel? I feel whatever. Long covid effects are draining. My brain is long and ghostly like flat earth. Thoughts try to land on my brain’s flat surface. But right before the thoughts touch ground the unnatural spirit that governs my orbit sends them straight back into the…
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Finger Up Nose But No Boogers
I miss feeling like I have something. I used to feel the weight of my shadow when I walked into a room. Heavy and pronounced no matter the extravagance of the light that created its outline. My shadow etched its frame onto walls with the ink of its soul. And…
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