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New Language Of Love
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Aching in the Bones
The anticipation of winter begins with an aching in the bones and is followed soon after by an aching far deeper. In the root of me, well below and beyond, I have been excavated, hollowed out — not in preparation … Continue reading
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I am this liquid heat that runs behind your eyes and demands recognition. I am this fury that burns. I am this fire that rages. * You reach behind, inside yourself, thinking you can drag me out, but when your … Continue reading
With Your Heavy Fists
Pull the words out from behind my eyes; they’re saltstained and tearfresh. Every time he looks to his right, there is bittenback fury — he’s so tired of hearing the same thing over and and over and over and over … Continue reading
Rhythmysticism
We are melting one another you and I we’re put together we are melting one another and we’re not one or the other where we all are put together where we’re liquid with each other when we’re lighting up another … Continue reading