Weights of lead
I carry them willingly.
Listening to every word that’s said.
problems. politics. pain. this world and death.
Read MoreLevitate like some Indian fakir in a trance,
prove that the human will can dominate form
over matter, matter into form, or at least transcend.
Read MoreI’m rolling fixed dice for my life.
It’s not meant for me to win.
I’m meant to lose. Yeah, lose.
Losing is so comfortable.
Read Morecome
sit by the bay window
set the paring knife down
next to the apples
cover the mending basket
the rising dough
leave this work for now
Read MoreWhen I think of magic the only
Thing I find is you–
What does it mean for the
Magician to die?
Read MoreI am woods at night
seeking balance
between embattled branches
darkening bark-
loamy imperfections
shifting sighing moaning
deep harmonious aching.
Read MoreTo some it is magic – to others it’s bland.
Some cultures enjoy it – others don’t understand.
The illusions of magic are fun to believe,
But nature has even more things up its sleeve.
Read MoreThis whole time I’ve been a caterpillar
Curled up in a little ball
Chrysalis surrounding me
In a soft safe space
While I lick my wounds
Read MoreA smoke scrim conceals the land
and fatigues the sun.
The gray dwelling stands
empty on overcast grass.
Read Morewatch the magician’s eyes, not his hands
and you will see what he is thinking
where he is going
not what he is trying to make you believe
Read MoreThe cold chain is wrapped around us
at the moment of our birth
Silent hands pull us through the years
Read MoreI never told you what I really think
Of how much you mean to me.
My true opinions about what I feel,
What you feel,
Are left chained and rot,
Until they turned into dust.
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The chains cut into my soft flesh.
I am manacled by doubt, weighed down by grief,
a paroxysm of pain.
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