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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Maps

Following the maps long written in my head Through awkward phases and troubled youth Sinking ships with former loves houses built on sand ________ Come to me in whispers with fingers entwined secrets shared and kept in pillow sheets. Connecting dots porcelain constellations painted on flesh ________ We’ve come so far now I can see […]

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To Dance With Angel’s Wings

She donned her shoes with grace spinning ballerina a child’s face Her voice, an echo of her mother’s sixteen and silent ________ Floating in song we watched her dance The calming effect after a storm Holding her back we tied her wings in vain ________ Face of an angel left in the wreckage sweet sorrows, […]

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Haunted

Your breath quickens, as the panic sets in cold sweat dries it’s then, visions of me, dance in your head ________ The truth chokes you, as it builds inside you pray the rain will wash me away every breath you take, lightening strikes ________ My voice still lingers in the darkest areas of your diseased […]

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