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    • The Pull

      There’s a gravity to you,
      quiet, irresistible,
      the kind that pulls
      without touching.

      But when you do touch,
      the night folds around us
      like silk caught in a fist.

      Your voice at my ear
      undoes me faster
      than the heat of your mouth
      on my shoulder.

      I fall into wanting,
      into you.

      © 2025

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    • ???

      I sit before you
      Blank
      Random thoughts
      Incoherents sounds
      Nothing
      Absolutly
      Empty

      Candle lit
      Shows shadow
      Places to hide
      Alone

      What is happening
      I do not understand
      I’ve scaled walls before
      Beaten away the void

      I dont like this
      Alone
      My thoughts
      Have jagged teeth
      Tearing at me
      I hold it back

      I sit here b…Read More

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    • Endings and Beginnings

      It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
      two days closer to May. Something
      unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
      my sight.

      Perhaps it was my over worked
      imagination, a mind focused
      entirely on the abstraction of
      reality, or the discord of a
      symphony that was playing
      in my head.

      Perhaps it was due to…Read More

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    • Depends What Matters…

      I don’t know if it’s a society thing…
      or what
      but this standard that directs us to follow a specified path
      you meet…you marry…pop out a few kids
      never forgetting the coveted white picket fence

      I have a question…
      what if that pattern…
      isn’t really one size fits all…

      I think of all the miserable…Read More

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      • Hi Willow, you have packed a lot into your poem. At its heart is the recognition of individuality, as opposed to individualism. We arrive in many different shapes and colors as well as temperaments. For me, it is a social matter, the traditions that arise out of society based on oppression, of class and social distinction and hierarchy, that…Read More

        • I fear that we’re rapidly approaching that time when women and those of color have few rights again. The number of bumper stickers I’ve seen with “Make women property again” make me sick. And this country is terrifying me more every day. It’s time for big change indeed. Thank you, Curt

    • The House Where the World’s Bugs Gather

      April 28th arrives
      as an infested house,
      a structure trembling
      under the soft, relentless weight
      of everything that crawls,
      buzzes,
      flutters,
      or insists on existing
      in the cracks of the world.

      It is not one kind of bug.
      It is all bugs,
      every species the ending world
      has ever whispered into b…Read More

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