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winter high seas

Timber creaks under our toes this lady moans underneath us protesting the storm when the swell rises and breaks salty brine bone soaking everything it does not knock us down Ocean whipped winds beat a war cry out on my chest and dance with my Medusa hair free I stare down into that blueberry plum… Continue reading winter high seas

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bloggity blog, poetry

Both

The wild we run Both like Beasts Both like creatures of the night I run to you If home is where the heart is I have already given you mine Both chambers Both atriums Both ventricles You, both sweet and not Both good and not Both need and want Want and not don't rhyme, Amberley… Continue reading Both

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of honey bees and honey badgers

What's the difference between a train wreck and a love story? I don't think there is a difference Heart racing Never felt so alive as you do right before death You plural A time to pray to any who will listen Praying to the goddess Praying to Odin Preying upon each other Both end in… Continue reading of honey bees and honey badgers

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roar howl battle cry

A storm clouds the horizon Like smoke on the battlefield Have I used that metaphor previously? Sometimes I cannot remember But of course I am not talking about a real storm Or real clouds or a real horizon There is no real smoke except for that which plumes from your mouth Tobacco sickness sour There… Continue reading roar howl battle cry

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blank space nothings

I cannot see where it is you hide But I feel that you may be close The space between us now is greater than it ever has been Like the home stretch marathon Distance and time and space are only relevant to what isn't really there Sometimes it is the spaces between music notes that… Continue reading blank space nothings

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phantom limb, mine

Today I lay in bed And watched the light outside my window fade Grey white clouds like wolf's fur So cold it felt like snow I hear my pack howling But I cannot get to them My brain or more accurately my meninges Ache and thud and ache My pia mater tells my arachnoid membrane… Continue reading phantom limb, mine

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across grassy lawns

I walk a path of most resistance Side walk, pavement, footpath, dark and dingy alleyway Trailing, meandering toward my destination But I can't seem to stop stopping along the way I sit and have a coffee in the gutter I wander into someone's yard to lend a hand I set fires and kiss hands and… Continue reading across grassy lawns

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my tinfoil knight

If I could, I would give you fairy dust so that you may fly away. Give you happy thoughts so that your feet lift off the ground. Give you your own magical pixie to guide you home. If I could, I would show you what I see in you. Give you a magic mirror that… Continue reading my tinfoil knight