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This Poem is a Rite of Passage

. , a small spill of thought caught in an invisible chalice, a palace built of ink and stones unthrown. It’s a lonely heart crossing itself and hoping to die, a whiled and wily why, a wisp of whim. It’s … Continue reading

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Writ, You All

.. Summoned we are, summed up in syllables and symbols of our various selves. We stock our shelves with coffee, tea, words. We rise early, stay up late, breathe ink into the in betweens. We find the notion of being … Continue reading

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