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Save the Story, or Just the Other Day ...save those stories, the very few Passed down in your family As glimpses of dark days Rather be forgotten. I read the news from June 23rd, 1978 I looked at a photo of a mother and her baby Lying side by side Reaching for each other’s hands – Two lifeless bodies Beaten to death Swellings on the baby’s head Protruding like grotesque horns Its soft lips covered in sand – and torn. Their blood soaks through dry African ground. Thunder loosens the silence an...

Infinite sadness brings me home A heavy heart is distracting my mind Or is it the distracted mind that weighs down on the heart? With every breath I feel so alive to feel alone To feel confused, in a slight turmoil over my emotions It does not feel good, It’s not something bad It is almost nothing that seems to be whispering words Incomprehensible to me on the conscious level Not understanding where these emotions are coming from Nor why Why do we allow ourselves to sink down To a place where...

Matter of Perspective A Golden Thread was attached from her heart through her legs from the arches of her feet into the core of the earth. She traveled down there, a fairy in its sleep. Having arrived, she felt at home as a tree would feel to experience its own roots. It was a black hole of nothing where Everything was held in suspension - PERFECTPEACE

Anorexia Goes to Church She’s shaking her head violently, She’s shaking through her arms, She’s shivering down her neck. The fragile surface of her skin Wills me to reach out and touch. But I don’t, it scares me too much. She draws her knees into her chest, She clasps her ankles with long slender hands. Her toes, curled stiffly under the palms of her feet, tell of the power and malice of this animal, this anorexia. Alone in the entire universe Alone even, without herself Memories so close to ...