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ashes to dust.

ashes to dust.

the darkness bloomed within the tomb devouring the day the past reaching out from the shadows stealing life’s light so eden sank to grief swallowed up by memories while the ghosts rose speakingin secrets in tongues in whispers that fell like leaves into the abyss and...
reverent.

reverent.

i wear your words around my neck, a rosary of letters and lines scored into sacred stones, beads of viridian and violet and verditer twisting between my fingers i recite each one like a prayer, an evangelical invocation, a whisper of reverence your poetry anoints the...
the change of seasons within us.

the change of seasons within us.

our last days of winter were spent inhaling poetry, high on smoke and spice and a whole lot of s o u l, our lungs like hidden chambers filled with a breath of ashes, our hearts like hollow canyons filled with the echoes of prose we took a drag of every line and purged...
change will do us good.

change will do us good.

we are all elegant fury and dismantled dreams we rage against a broken system, caged birds kept behind man-made borders we sought the gardens of tomorrow and found ourselves bound to the mistakes of yesterday, unwilling accomplices in the age of impostors and now, we...
i want to admire your truth.

i want to admire your truth.

i’ve always been fascinated by the kind of art others don’t appreciate, the poetry etched in haste on the bathroom stall, the graffiti scrawled on passing train cars i suppose i love the abstract, the undefined, the stuff we share thinking no one will notice (but...