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Posted by on Aug 3, 2018 in Poetry | 1 comment

A Message

A Message

A MESSAGE What is the state of this unrest? To lie in the dark and rustle To dream and hustle To rise like a wave and crest. I feel its feet threading the sheets its...

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Posted by on Apr 5, 2018 in Poetry | 2 comments

MOLT

MOLT

MOLT 1. At the threshold of the bug To molt or remain in this shell of grey. An earth encased in cloud still shines But bugs don’t mind the shade. It leads this way the...

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