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Fast and jiggling with anxious images, my profiles are always blurred on his canvas Picasso, the hand goes -- Here And the member Fits --...
When You’ve Made Friends with Depression, It’s Hard to Say Goodbye
photograph by Matt Mooney words have begun to feel useless perhaps I am projecting, again scribbles across trees and rocks, my body...
The Traveller
photograph by Matt Mooney White lines on cement and mirrors, cars chase, miles drown, and i exude a brittle warmth. like a smoky bon...
When It Blizzard in May
arteries span out, tiny fingers grasping for life screens show me your face, a blurry monotone of the past. crevasses in trees cradle my...
Deer Mountain
Cradle of guitar strums, rib cages jutted like the fingers on strings, deep breaths inside hollowed trees, a remembrance of quiet deer,...
Coming to Terms with Sobriety
photograph by Matt Mooney My words seem looser, Harder to hold. Like grainy sand that slides between your fingers. You lay down to feel...
Spring Air
Particles, or fragments, settle inside my chest. The wind knocks my door as if I’m expecting someone. Invisible loneliness, I’ve heard...
Raggedy Ann
You wanted to kiss her, you wanted to make love to her. But all you ever got was a puppet, waiting to be filled. She fell in love with...
This is a Political Poem
Windows and screens peer into homes, webs of worlds into the unknown children seeing circuses filled with fat, white men, we eat the pigs...
Transitional Shame
My name is not as strong as yours. You taunt my fragility. A quiet sunset dips into creation, Tugging on my hair, you whisper, Come here....
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