poem

December 27, 2024

returning to a place of post-apocalypse calm

i am now returning—a phrase, a wound, a hinge on a doorhalf-hanging, rusted on promisesnever meant to keep. what is “now”but the afterbirth of once,slick with the memory of chaosand the shimmer of thingsalmost touched? returning implies departure,a before where the dust hung silent,where streets were namesand names were maps,not...

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September 21, 2024

Orphans

I’ve been going through some of my old poems and converting to flash fiction. Here is the original poem: We had faith in the soothsayer’s poison.We knew how to sacrifice our sons and daughtersto secure the future of our race. We chant broken prayersthrough the night, only madmen dream. I...

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July 2, 2020

no glory

so i lay thereplaying with splintersin the late afternoon the angels of paradise,hidden in the mysteryof my days leaningon worn-out wings, sang to me sticks lie broken,dead leaves gather dust,i am homesick herein the ashes all i wanted wasglory, found onlystrange sadness instead

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