December 2013

Repose

December 29, 2013

For the fourth time, the brass bells rang loudly With our heads bowed, we filed past the coffin And the body: a stiff, cold and cowardly Held hostage or murdered once too often A complex mind, they said, without knowing What they were saying. She was strange and dead Wrong about her life and our […]

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Forgotten

December 27, 2013

I had forgotten how to love myself I had forgotten if I ever knew I must have left those thoughts on a dusty shelf Back then they were to be hidden from view In the days of pretending to be real When we were full of other kinds of horror Love was a promise I […]

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Bones

December 24, 2013

I am still not telling the truth to you The dreaded truth full of holes and sad eyes Like Swiss cheese, the holes are better not cued Their voids and blackness hiding cruel lies What of the unseen parts, the parts left out The parts turned inwards and suffocated A contradiction of living gone south […]

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Snowflakes

December 23, 2013

When we fell We threw out our arms and legs Like snowflakes We drifted and twirled Down through The sheets of sleet and snow To where we landed Our icy patterns frozen in time Icy patterns You could not reproduce Even if you wanted to We were snowflakes Lost in the fields of white But […]

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We will build it

December 9, 2013

“Now what?” I said as I stared at the scene of enormous disarray in front of us. “Well, let’s get to work,” he said, a bit too enthusiastically. I looked at the unruly pile of cogs, springs, gears, handles, cables, ropes and pulleys and groaned inwardly. “I don’t even know where to begin,” I said […]

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Light and dark: a sonnet

December 8, 2013

On days when I let myself be alive Sun falls softly on shadows in corners A fusion of states of darkness and light Clothes me, keeps my being whole, no thorns You love me on those days, those days of face I can feel you, I can let you live, too Comforts of home, in […]

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Other room: a sonnet

December 7, 2013

In the other room I could hear you snore As the weakling sun raised up its new rays Tentatively shining on the worn floor You rolled and writhed and snorted in a way You frightened yourself and jumped wide awake I lay down beside you, gently mumbling We lay there side by side at the […]

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My feet

December 7, 2013

I look at my feet Biologically neat Articulate, knuckled Toes firm, unbuckled Under the weight of the world My arches are strong Those toes straight and long Tightly constructed Their task unobstructed As dramas slowly unfurl My feet stand their ground Engaged, touched down Strongly attached Imperfectly matched Steadily holding this girl

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