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2025-03-04
Transition is elegaic—time unspooling, in susurrations, each second echoing— a thousand dying sighs.
2025-03-22
Pain is inheritance—
(to unlearn)
Healing is whispers—
(unnamed)
Mar 25, 2025
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May again,
and poems leaf out
from this old typewriter
shading the desk in half-light.
You at a college desk study different poems,
hold them warily by their dry stems-
so many leaves pressed to death
in a heavy book.
When you forget again
to call
it’s poet and parent both
that you deny.
This is what I didn’t know
I knew.
You woke up
on the wrong side
of my life.
For years I counted myself to sleep
on all the ways I might lose you:
death in its many-coloured coat lounged
at the schoolhouse door, delivered
the milk, drove the carpool.
Now I catalogue leaves instead
on a weeping cherry.
It doesn’t really weep,
nor do poets cry, so amazed
they are at the prosody
of pain.
You have a way with words yourself
you never asked for.
Though you disguise them
as best you can
in Gothic misspellings
there they stand in all their new muscle.
You will use them against me perhaps,
but you will use them.
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the world is turning
yet i remain
i remain as i always have
for i am pieces of myself, searching for the whole
i am growing too big for my own skin
twisting and turning
breaking and bending myself in the process of it all
accepting a change that doesn't yet know who i am
-moncherimaggot
Jan 4, 2025
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Having loved enough and lost enough,
I am no longer searching,
just opening.
No longer trying to make sense of pain,
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.
These are the irritations that rub into a pearl
So we can talk awhile
but then we must listen,
the way rocks listen to the sea
And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions down,
and water every living seed.
And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone, but seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it is a door
into the endless breath
that has no breather
into the surf that human shells
call god.
Nov 20, 2024
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