A glistening tear
runs down the sun’s face
as she comes to the cold realization
that while she was preoccupied
being the light of everyone’s life,
she didn’t have enough sunshine
to light up her own.
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The Feeding
A dusty fan circulated across the room from one end to the other. It’s been a while since Augustus put it to use, so he couldn’t blame the junk for its inability to remember its single duty. Arkansas hasn’t had a summer night like this since he was a child. He lay in his damp […]
A Butterfly’s Compass
A Compass paces in a chameleon depth,deep in a struggling cocoon,where its North is mercurial,and its fixation evolving in each flash.Reborn in each coordinate,it lacks a magnetic field. The needle twists and heaves,astray by its own stunted growth. The Compass is yet lost, curious,Why so gloomy, Butterfly? Wasn’t this cocoon your obsession? The metamorphosis not […]
I Was Lying in the Sun
I was lying in the sun, Near juniper shrubs and storybook villas. Not enough profit and pleasure in the telling of, The tapping of a cigarette, The brush of bare knees, A long draught of wine, Closing the shutters on balconies, With blinds made of lace at Angel’s Bay. Red watermelon hues. I’ve read […]
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