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Why do I wait until I'm a cranky raisin to take care?

Until water runs down my throat, cool as winter, cool as peace,

Cool blue in a rushing pulse all the way down.

Until a day in bed resets everything after a 4 month push,

After a 4 month pull, after being in the ring,

Feeling my joy wound up like a spring, like hands tick-ticking, My heart and ears full of pleasing speech...

My skin enrobed by the resting of gentle hands

As with seeded chocolate poured over coconut

And mint, making me decadent

Shiny, silky, and sweet.


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I have heard that there are people Who manage the motions of their lives Without the days when it hurts To choose and also to be still And that in their stillness they do not tremble And their throats

Evolving Consciousness

You killed the me I would have been I took the hurt like water takes stones Whether pebbles or boulders they all sank Left their ripples fading, but sank And I ran like a river Singing and sparkling s

World on Fire

Beauty. Fire looming and smoke pluming and all Isee is beauty Through metal eyes that cannot cry and I make myself a stone Skipped across the creek sunk in its bed, too weak To douse, and the wind pic

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