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#OctPoWriMo Prep

Instead of this graveyard of drafts I’m accumulating, I can go and tend to them, nourish the garden of my hard work, and revive them into newness.

Time Between Waves

There is time between waves of excruciating pain where I’m relaxed, even peaceful, because the waves have just turned into trickles and it’s more manageable.

Elliott

There’s a way back to blue
& to you, but we couldn’t
remind you in time

The Miracle

“The miracle wasn’t that the statues were crying;
It was in the amount of people who undoubtedly
believed that they were witnessing one.”

Harlequin Frames

while deciphering spatter, I remember
your squinting, your pondering,
& the magnetics of twiddling fingers

Carrie

Empty beak speak,
silence can seem so deafening

Sleep, sweet,
tomorrow stings…


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