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Published Poetry: Pollyanna & Summer Night
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First seen in Dream Glow Magazine.
Your pried grin is like the spectrum of a breaking dawn painting what was once blank and vacant. Through storms and haze, I may pave ways through rainy waters to get to you. Despite this colorless world, you’re the cause of my reason for clichés. Believe me when I say that I’m of sound mind, that I fear no guillotine or sickle beside you, your hands in mine. Though my skin is thin and my frame is fragile, I can hoist you up when you fall to yourself. I’ve never been one to inspire, unlike you from when we first met, nor am I a soothsayer, but when I look in your darkened eyes and I see the calm of the moon even when you see skies without starlight.
First seen in Brazos River Review.
Sitting under the lux of a lamp in the middle of May idle on a hardwood bench, I watch couples stroll by without turning as the sweat between my collarbones have rested. Wind howls, blowing into leaves of clover, combing through ashes, all while I’m seated transparent as a forgotten phantom.
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