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I get sad when I write; the pen tears up The page, like a stage for strict tap dancers Sweating across the boards, their black ears up With airs down like at-rest necromancers: The movement is cursive, each heel kicks … Continue reading →

Bottles, bottles, bottles all on the floor Add a fourth bottle and you have the score Two bottles of water, both primed to pour Into the parchéd mouth, sweet speech’s door: One bottle is red, two bottles are clear One … Continue reading →

Just know that sometimes failure is okay A ball that’s dropped does not shatter like glass Or explode like light to begin the day It rebounds with aplomb, and hexes pass Whether you’re late to work or missed the bus … Continue reading →

The dusty panels of this wooden floor have seen more souls than a village curate step across thresholds from fledgling to fate, holding grounded feet as the mind did soar: I sweep them with a broom to show them love, … Continue reading →

Golden age sages write rhymes to the beatof falling acorns, dropping and cloppingtheir steel-toe boots are off as the sun climbsfrom Aurora’s terrace, steady mobbing:It was a long night, filled with countless MC’sall ringed in a cypher to please their … Continue reading →

Café dude, don’t throw napkins on the floor and then get up and shove more down your pants; it’s uncouth and unsanitary, or there’s little hope left in our divine dance: Now I’m just laughing because people are a bizarre … Continue reading →

Porcelain dolphin, elephant, white swanin the curio cabinet, peaceful;the white bell sits unrung; the heart unstrungpresidential plastic with heads unhung:There’s an African queen of some stature,and a tango, secretly its originsthe same; like a twisted rose with stem enraptured,the dancers … Continue reading →

I made a simple promise to myself,that I would never leave my flag unfurled;regardless of the dangers I incurred,my truths would speak across the depths of space:Forgive me the lack of patience as I write;my mind is blank, and blackness … Continue reading →

The path to love is paved with gray seashells that prick the pilgrim’s feet as he wanders with thoughts of sequined gowns and wedding bells; behind him thugs stalk him as he ponders: He has no sense his road and … Continue reading →