Monthly Archives: August 2014

Ghostlings

  Dancing with the dead, they say Must be some kind of sin To call them back from heaven’s grace Into this world of woe Let them rest in blesséd peace Far from the toil and strife But in the … Continue reading

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Fire Dance

  The slice and shift of jagged lives All falling on the ground The chattering solemn hiss of knives From little sheaths outbound The bitter broken dreams of wives Die, writhing, without sound The trampled hopes of afterlives Heaped up … Continue reading

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Clockwork Heart

  I wish I had a clockwork heart She said to me Gears and springs and shiny things To make it go Teeth and wheels and tiny screws For tick tick tock And if it’s wrong, it’s ever wrong A … Continue reading

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Origami

Lines and creases story on A fold, a turn, a fold again A life in words, hope in pleats, My father, insists, expenses Sweater, cheek and chin A tale unread, a man, a boy Reduced to shape and color-blobs, Taking … Continue reading

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