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    Serendipitously, Darling

    We met serendipitously,not because the universe announced itself,but because a concrete planterheld just enough spacefor two people not lookingto notice each other anyway. A week too heavy.A night already thinning.Then your voice, unarmed.Mine answering before I knew why. Chance opened the...

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    on the morrow

    mellowing out I ease into the eveningholding tight to my soulwith blessings to my readersrelax exhale, breath inhalefeel the rhythm of the nightsurrender to its emotionkind is midnightthe world becomes silent for a momentholding its breaththen moves forward towards...

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    I hate poetry

    here I amagainliftin the lidto see if anythinfermentedor if mold had eaten its way toward the middle leanin over and breathin it intil the rotcoats the back of my throatand I’m coughin upthe phlegm of itspittin it into my palmwatchin...

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    Lilith, On Cardinal Lane

      The road I grew up on had a house that rarely got sunlight. A mossy little place swallowed in the shadowof a tree so enormousthat it seemed to shield that homefrom the outside world.The other kids called it a witch...

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    • First of all, thank you for the mention on this incredible piece. You don’t know how close to a moment in my life you danced with this one. I have a poem Darkness Doesn’t Fade, to be shared at some point later, that you might find interesting. There’s so much beauty in this piece you’ve shared. So much depth. And a clear, simply profound way of telling the story. Also, I have a little white fiber optic tree with a cardinal on it for every loved one I’ve lost over the years, human and furry both. It stays up all year. So much I love about this!

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    About a man named Paulo, whom I know!

    The city awakens with a light that shouldn't exist.It's not dawn, it's not a reflection,it's a green-orange radiance that trickles down the facadesas if someone had opened a fissure in the sky. Paul walks down the streetwith the feeling that...

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