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Saturday 25 July 2020

 words/all have sneaked  away into the darkness 

Thursday 23 July 2020

assignation  a congregation of Spanish moss has taken over

where to find rain that I may wash bitterness off my chest

stare a condition of the eye that belies the soul's long rains

the shifting light presupposes I’m on terra firme

Wednesday 8 July 2020

the sea in my ear washing to shore a bridge skips sunset 

Friday 3 July 2020

screams draw the night moaning as if torture is ecstasy 

Wednesday 1 July 2020