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Peace In, Peace Out
There’s peace in
a midnight walk
alone, on a remote beach
wave watching
the twinkling fractals
trying to put the moon
back together
until thinking interrupts
with a desire
to share the moment
with...
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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...
