Tagged: poetry

at the edge of mid-

at the edge of mid-
night, we cling to each other
more tightly than a

sinner to his gods – not until
dawn’s early light do we repent
.
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once in awhile, here

some moments carry

remember i told

remember i told
you there is only zen when
you stop searching – it’s

more like a leaning into the
wind to stay still, for a moment
.
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summer catches on

mom and dad vowed to

mom and dad vowed to
tighten up any loosened
screws before bed each
night so that we would
have another
chance by morning,
not be defenseless
.
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let’s take turns being