prose
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An Unexpected Discovery
Made by vintage hands;Skin as roughAs papyrusYet delicateLike an ancient whisper –Its secrets crushedBy a sudden noise –With lavender petalsPressed between its coarse layersHe finds glimpses of nostalgiaThrough blurs of monochromeMemories capturedIn polaroid framesTo which he is not connectedYet feels he knows deeply;Almost as ifHe’d lived as candidlyAs these unknown peopleBearing reflectionsOf untrammeled freedomReminding himOf Continue reading
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Whispers of Serenity
In the quiet of eventide, while he read and she wrote, the flutter of pages would fill their bedroom. Like the soft vibrations in a bird’s wings, catching the wind’s breath in its feathers. The scratches of her pen seemed to murmur in answer of her pensive mumblings. Sounds that often followed him to the Continue reading
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Unloved
Am I Not trying hard enough To let you see Beyond the folds Of these frayed seams Keeping me From falling apart? With razor-tipped talons And an indelicate touch I bear the bruises Of your thorned caress While the candied petals From your lips Silence every Tremulous breath— Swallowed protests To tear my flesh From Continue reading
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The Block: Draft 1
Today, I could not write Countless jars Scattered With the iridescent glimmer Of unfinished thoughts At my feet Continue reading
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Morning Accident
Scalded tongueBurns with curses —Hot coffee Poured down the drainBittersweet swirlsOf wasted pleasureWashed down In vacant streams An angry jerk Of the refrigerator doorBears a cold breathOver flushed cheeksIce cubes crudely culledFrom their deep bedsFor the surly monsterRolling out from its wet cave —Pink and scorched Saliva drips into the sinkThe burn cools She pours Continue reading
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Drink with the Devil
Shared a drink with the Devil At a quarter past three When the clouds were spread thin Spidery trails crawling by The blistered eye of the moon He looked elegant Drinking moonshine beneath the shade Didn’t have horns and crimson skin But ruby eyes and an absinthe smile Hypnotic lilts Cruising every word from his Continue reading
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Inside the Coffee Shop
Their chatter runs light and low, like an ambient track idly playing in the background. While the smell of coffee, rich and addictively fragrant, infuses the lax air with its bittersweet levity. Inside the coffee shop, cozy with its rustic design; polished wood tables and padded leather chairs, my gaze roves face after face in Continue reading
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Bistro Dates
Too many thoughts spent Pondering the right phrase Weighting perfect words To win his lingering gaze From the engaging discourse Between cutlery and chinaware Mocking their light conversation And meager platitudes Drowned in the hearty din Of laughter and lively chatter Cozy sounds brushing her shoulder With its enviable warmth And she clears her throat Continue reading
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Our Youth
Carefree days Of not so long ago Reminiscence colored In sepia clouds As wistful breaths echo The slaps of our bare feet On sun-soaked asphalt Where the heat had only peppered Our energetic strides As we raced each other up the hills Back then Our chests were so full Puffed like burnished iron Threatening to Continue reading
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Cognitive Dissonance
Heat settles over her supine form with discomforting misery, like a quilt she can’t get rid of no matter how hard she kicks her legs. It follows her, like a pressing shadow with each frustrated toss and turn, refusing to be ignored. The open window invites a cool breeze that never comes and she envies Continue reading
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