Stirring the Pot, Part 2

As if the little things were not enough: those trivialities that chafe and burn like tinder when it’s dried and raspy rough, that seem so insignificant you spurn the notion that beyond them is the truth. It’s just that they are countless, and to try to sweep them each aside is of no use; for […]

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On Her Sleeping Form: an awdl gywydd

She’s sleeping there on the chaise, on her face a gentle look; dreaming no doubt of flowers, and quiet hours with a book. Her eyes are closed, her heart eased, and I am pleased that she rests; May her dreams be sweet and kind, and may she find peaceful hours. When she wakes in the […]

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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 and the cicadas drowned out by the abrasive whirr of central air units next door, […]

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Sleep

How many strange nights have I spent awake, only to move through the next whole day dull, like a somnambulist who heedless, takes mad walks through the world of dreams, softly lulled through some forgettable conversation by a bright chimera of quiet thought that hides in its draining deprivation the night’s battle to be joined, […]

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