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| Certainty
is the patience of the gardener after planting iris bulbs.Of the many dull convictions, the assurance of spring blossoms is buried in the heart when the rest of the garden has faded. The wholesome seed. The embodiment of earthy nourishment and solid ground. Sturdy as the heirloom grape, these awkward forms with straggly roots are steadfast. My grandmother’s hands are deft around daffodil, lily and tulip. The wet earth accents the wise wrinkles that adorn her hands. Over the winter, she dreams of the slivers of color they will create. Red bulbous grills, pale pink of flesh untouched by the sun, the purple of Easter dresses, and fat, yellow goldfinches.
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| Morning shade gathers
in the absence of your sound
happy song of dreams | | |
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Perca flavescens
suspended in a pool of yellow light.
An awkward angle in a jelly jar;
the barbs, strings and glass
behind the peeling, typed label
beckon a fascinated repulsion.
The gentle swaying corpse-
the satisfying plunk of the dark lid
stale air, acrid scent,
and the 115th creature of Pandora ’s Box
emerge to the sterile air.
Rough, blue, rubber fingers grasp
the scales and lift the creature
to a new sea of suspended life.
This is science:
The cruel art of warped minds,
An elegant form
with blank, measured eyes
swimming in an ember pond.
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| My father always frowned upon me soaking in the bath as an adult. He despised the idea of wasting hot water and most of all, being swathed in ones own filth.
We float around in our own dead skin and mistakes everyday. What fault is there to conscentrate matters and warm the skin?
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| Mermaid Endless sea of onyx
A smooth black spans
and the universe itself
married upon the horizon
She rises
a ethereal, pale stroke of light
Elegant limbs twirl
and flutter with the stars
Feeble legs tremble among the rocky shore
She calls a sirens song,
luring laughter
Spritely joy embodied amongst the foam
Effervescent
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