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January thinking
Custom's a deep pond
flat
reflective surface
but deep
in dark, wet infinity
purpose sits a silty bed.
To wash a loved one's limbs
bereft of life's glow
as January's cold ashes
settle...
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New Muses for a Posthuman Age
Late last year I wrote a 10 sonnet sequence entitled New Muses for a Posthuman Age, the idea being to update the goddesses and answer...
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A Blood Moon
The air is a velvet rope, coiled tight ’round my chest.
Breath unspools silver wire, threading ribs,
tugging my spine toward a fluorescent stage.
Copper lingers on...
