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Late May at Twilight

The night is late arriving yet again; and in the day that lingers past its time it casts tentative shadows, brushed in hues of lavender and faded rose and blue, while twilight, holding back its unsure breath as if it … Continue reading

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What If and the Temptations

WHAT IF: Money actually grew on trees? You actually had more than one once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? Your face actually stayed in the guise of some hideous scowl you made when you were six? Things were easier done than said? What was … Continue reading

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Night Rain: a cywydd deuair fyrion

Awake by chance, I watched a flicker in the dark clouds growing quicker. Drawn, I watched this fleeting wonder: the dull sound of distant thunder; the dreamlike build of slow suspense in too calm air still warm and dense; the … Continue reading

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Speak Low: an alcaic

If someone listens intently, patiently for something beyond audible sensation each moment becomes sacred silence embracing the hearer into being If someone watches quietly, carefully for something behind visible perceptions each vista becomes secret beauty embracing the viewer into making … Continue reading

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Beyond the Boundary

Of all the little things that seem to matter, and petty squabbles that divide our time in episodes of silence between chatter and spaces marking off what’s left behind, the biggest part of what remains unspoken is that which each … Continue reading

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There Is No Mundane

The clock will stop that human hands must wind; its mechanized contrivances will fail, and in those precious seconds between time the boundary between the worlds is frail. On one side, secret lands where shadows pale; and on the other, … Continue reading

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Insomnia

at one a.m., when sleep won’t come and my thoughts ramble, loose in my head like marbles in a tin can, the night air still oppressive and thick under the carport where my cigarettes call out their siren’s song, silence … Continue reading

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