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The Inkwell

“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” -Ernest Hemingway As a small child I was encumbered with vivid and reoccurring nightmares. One nightmare in particular would become an ominous foreshadowing of my future. I can remember it starting around five or six years of age but perhaps it was always lurking. My childhood bedroom was […]

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Marrow and Vein

In these bones you’ll stay marrow and vein Because, there’s misery in these molecules and they ache each shiver and strain to satiate the ravenous need to reach yours Passion bread from a pit of desperation Grasping, returning you to my gaze Pulling, returning you into my orbit Stay.

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Fortress

Her tongue dances at the familiar taste of poison but she can no longer differentiate between boundary and fortress. But, this could have been right this Knight and his chords that gambled and dared that his hands should graze and rest on her flesh. But alas, only a confession words written and stripped long burned […]

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Discover & Conquer

Resort to recycling my muse for chemistry that burns beyond the lines of the page Love me harder than my loathing Need to hear the words strangled and caught in your throat wild-eyed and wanting The frenzy of discovery and conquering Be the ruin of me, glady A noose created in sheets of these dark […]

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A Lamp You Lit

Bathed in amber light I should have stopped once your lips met mine A waste of a good obsession and self fulfilling prophecy synapses firing in neon Begging weeds into wishes you dismissed the worlds that grew inside of me And, the white flag I finally flew after four long years was then buried by […]

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Slave and Master to Every Bite (Part 2)

“Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.” -Jean Cocteau Last Friday upon waking, I shuffled around to encourage my body to release it’s nightly water weight/swelling. I refrained from eating or drinking, evacuated my bowels, and stripped down. My scale rolled back a whole pound. Saturday, for the first time since my accident (Plates, Pins […]

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Their Favorite Words

100 years from now I hope my words grace the tongues of men and women yearning to speak their truth ________ 100 years from now with tea and fresh flowers or on a subway, clutching tight the words, steadying their day ________ 100 years from now on yellowed paper and bent pages tucked away between […]

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The Things I Carry

“They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.” -Tim O’Brien, The Things They Carried The toddler covered in coffee burns, screaming, waiting for the helicopter… The woman, lost, who drove off the side of the mountain in pitch darkness… The jet-skier […]

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