Poetry: Crystals At Their Core

smooth, swollen, and scouredlike pebbles in river bedsmemories I hold dearly populate my head one or two are disfigured—rough, metamorphic, and wornlarger-grained and ponderous;might have crystals at their core those I…

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Poetry: Honeyed In Rhythm We Moor

laced in vibrations honeyedthe notes suspended lingerone key unlocks the musicloving gives two hearts courageno hindrance stands between usour love has set the tempohoneyed to moor togetherunlock the door and…

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At Last

At lastthe silenceswallows meweightless, I sink into the assuranceof all that isand the sunpushes through the silence,calibrates me.I feel like a clear lakereflecting the whole sky— at last, I find…

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