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Have I told you that you’re my lucidity? The clearest thought that settles somewhere in the back of a shadowed mind, and slowly, gently, inch by inch, lights it up, until I’m smiling again though my eyes are bloodshot and I’m staring like someone catatonic, looking through the phases of my life and time? You […]

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My sorrow, she comes to me, when lifeless apartment complexes with windows like cardboard boxes with holes punched in them replace the honey chested, sweet, ashen-winged thrush with her vivacious, polyphonic birdsong, and echoes of who I’ve become are the only voices in my mind, saying, “You’re forever failing, and falling into a fading symphony…you’re […]

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I think of her

I thought of her when that romantic cottage with its burgundy chimney, walls of stone and dreamy garden leading up to a calm, comforting, consoling canal became a favela: a machine gun, overpopulated, tumbledown town with littered streets, giving a sojourner no succour. I thought of her when post-rock songs by Mogwai, If These Trees […]

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When I met you, looked deep into those black-velvety eyes, I knew I found my muse, a Blue jay: ashen, muted grief, steel-blue quietude, and a mosaic brilliance concealed except when you glided with your poetry, the Cherry Blossom tunnel I walked through all those years, stooped, no longer seemed dreary, and as I read […]

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