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Distorted little bombs drift down, dragging pink lipped parachutes. Continuously you cast, Yet, your mouth has never dared to bite into a meal I digest. You want them landing on me,detinating, except they can't. I'm not on the ground anymore. ****** Someone sends smiling pufflings from the clouds, who have cute names and happy stories. They bounce softly over my wall. Land on the rest of my day. ***** He says you control your bombs until you drop them but once free they can turn around rever...

Divinity Ar-Rashid sits quietly across a table from me one night. He spins a U.S. coin, round and round, looks at me, lasers of night through lashes of day. I dive deep into him, so far I cannot find my way out. Years ago, on Him l spread my trust. We carved deep on my back symbol of our journey. That jagged and bloody knife then lay ominously on a stone pallet, Awaiting its next cut. Until a stranger with eyes of storms and sunrises, picked it up and spun it, letting it fall in its own direc...

Nestled in Destiny’s palm, he dreams in woolen whites and balmy blues. Wings of lace doves lay in waiting on his back. Leg and arms, like sprouts of fiddleheads, curl up underneath him. Head turned, eyes closed, his lashes grow towards the light like stems of sunflowers. Here he quietly keeps his spirit for us. Silver breath, fresh and agile, Gathers in lofty lungs a little more each day. It waits to pair with his little racing heartbeat, To glide into our world on top of his first melodious ...

Nestled under Destiny’s cupped hand, he dreams in woolen whites and balmy blues. Wings of lace doves lay in waiting on his back. Leg and arms, like sprouts of fiddleheads, curl up underneath him. Head turned, eyes closed, his lashes grow towards the light like stems of sunflowers. Here he quietly keeps his spirit for us. Silver breath, fresh and agile, Gathers in lofty lungs a little more each day. And waits to pair with his little racing heartbeat.

bayfield. ontario. harbour lights beach pier. january 28. I sit at the edge of the pier in the moonlight, you at the edge of the water. Together, we are both so alone. A world of tiny diamonds dance on the water's surface. They yell thoughts of you collected over their long years. Like times before, they steal my gaze. Through it they pull emotions out, which fall, clinging to tiny ropes with anchors, and drown after letting go. I dangle my feet, see my breath, shiver. Time stops with you. Bu...