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Unsaid
Unsaid (villanelle) With all beloved gifts beside my bed; a dark and haunting ache remains today, for all the many words we left unsaid. ill-fated hallmark letters lie unread;...
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Unrest (villanelle)
though still, it is not tender this unrest, abandoned worn affection’s bitter end; unwinding all we’ve rendered and expressed. such artful contradictions seldom rest, when subtle painted...
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Superman (Octain)
It’s hard to watch her wait for you, to see the pain that she withstands; still reaching for your callous hands. Though you had other things to do, her lonely years brought many tears; a father’s...
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July
fresh cut grass drifts abundant through my open window. I sit broken by the bed where you’re lying, clinging; still. July sunlight pierces our morning willow tree; its branches...
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Not Ours (villanelle)
with nothing left between us time devours dismantles resolute as doubts pervade we disappear in days no longer ours resentments stalls in robust searing showers reigns heavy on this landscape’s...
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Finale
stall cloaked in steam paralyzed fear fathoms passages parallel tears wind down warm sheets trace their last familiar path a new route carved tomorrow. cs moon 12-11
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Firefly
I watch the iridescent light of fireflies shine upon the child you left behind she keeps them bottled up so you won’t find a reason to forget your daughter’s eyes. cs moon
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12 day letter
I’ve kept it folded parchment pressed between the pages of an old book that January when you said God stirred the clouds in a crooked sky back when you wanted to paint the unbuttoned curves of a blue...
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Three
Three clings to camouflage and Carolina lullabies sits small in a green chair staring at the screen door folded hands wait on a white horse ponyride but I can’t hide the empty place as I set the table...
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Bereft
we laid them down still gripping our spilled milk and graham cracker dust innocence left us staring small and toothless through the barrel of our guns pleading as we pledge allegiance sirens...
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July 26th
July 26th. eighteen dates of iron-clad grief held steady against the span of winged bays and golden gates missing you, dear sister
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high
high she sits in torn tinged bits of burnt dreams and pretty winged hits light singed inside charred colours he piped through a stained glass sky cs moon 2013
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Dwelling
Dwelling it’s difficult dwelling here now where I can still hear the demons that shake the bed to keep the child awake the scent of rage still wafts up like a dead skunk through the basement...
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Orchid (for A.S.)
Orchid winter’s sown in shades of blue a morning vase of long-stemmed sunshine blooms beneath a rabid snow words&image cs moon 2014
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Madera
The rusty gauge on my propane tank couldn’t muster even a small gust of warm air. Winter, dense as the valley fog, rolled in and walled us off on that crooked country lane. The helicopters were...
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Ribbons
Ribbons You’re sitting across from me in our local broken-down pizza place wearing a pale blue supermarket smock and I’m watching you fiddle with your headband. Weren’t you just skipping through the...
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Meeting Dr. T.
Meeting Dr. T. a perky nurse wearing green scrubs and a counterfeit smile popped in after ten minutes to let her know two things the gown opens in the front and he was running about an hour late so...
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Take It Back
Take It Back I stop folding the mess in my bedroom grab the buzzing phone from the top of the dresser get ready to fall into my favourite chair wait for the buoyancy of a well-known voice but the...
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rain-soaked rivers
rain-soaked rivers our existence swells in bottomless beveled wells until the clouds can’t carry the wait water borrows the rain in fluid loops we fall back again each drop rows on rain-soaked...
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ghosts of thanksgiving
ghosts of thanksgiving unlaced shapes of early morning ache and kindred faith lift us before the dawn can light the day like soft fog on a still lake weightless and held in endless realms of sacred...
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