The Lovers – A Poem

The Lovers Both bodies are mature Glittering in their stars Survivors of a thousand explosive dances Yet All models show Despite the silent infinity of space Entanglement is inevitable The rough gravitations will circle first Fingertips tease til Sparkling arms lock. They will dance Enchained. At their hearts, black holes One will consume the other. […]

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Yardsale – A poem

Yardsale The sherpa tuque I made myself The year after my daughter was born. The sunglasses, genuine rose crystal, never fit right. I got them as an after Thought To protect my vision. The skis were new Barely used. Fragments of me On display over a crisp white sheet Of snow. It’s unlikely But perhaps

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