Grandmother.

One finger laced to another The quiet snap of gas between bone as they fold together A road-map of journeys internal Translucent blue, meandering Pronounced against silken paper skin Brittle, dry, fragile yet strong Encasing a vibrant soul that hasn’t aged Still the body fails it Betrayed to the endless embrace Of the deepest sleep […]

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Occasionally, I Poem.

Back in my late teens, I was a fairly prolific poet. Not a particularly good one, mind you, but I sure did love staying up late into the night and mashing words together until they turned into something not-quite-beautiful. About a year ago, I wrote a poem centered on what it might be like to […]

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