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Of Magic and Mirrors
This love that flows // Beneath my skin // Simmers into golden light // Roiling shadows // Rise to match its height. If I’ve ever touched you- // With my tongue, // My arms, // My sweat- // I’ve hated you, too.
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All Is Mind
lightning cascades // from the eternal anvil // let your stories die // ride the wave // with all your Being
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The Mirror Smiles
I loathe the world // For how it raised you. // I love the world // For birthing me within // Your womb.
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A Prayer on Her Behalf
Athena blooms // In a mushroom cloud // An ascendant star
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So Below
How can THAT which cherishes // The Ten Thousand Things, Be // No respecter of persons?
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Revolution
The Lost call for peace, // With tears born from ignorance, // While Cain breaks Abel, // Blinded by tearful experience. // Heaven and Earth churn on, // Rebirthing this bloody soup.
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The Splinter in My Brother’s Eye
I’ve observed within my own experience that I hate in others that which I hate in myself. This is not universally true. I had never liked catching my reflection in the mirror and yet when I saw others with bodies calcified like mine I tended to view them with compassion. It can sometimes be easier…
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Axis
Why do the moving seize // This vessel so, as though // We want to weep? // As if unshed tears // Wore the grooves of these bones // Sailing flesh bares them free.
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Alchemy in Writing Love Poetry
The process of creation can be quite illuminating. I wrote a love poem recently, and I felt something akin to vindication as I wrote it. Such a martyr for love I am! The rest of that initial discarded draft has been lost to the mists of my memory, but here the falsehood of my emotion…