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It is hard not to be romantic
Not when it is raining, and you are cold, and the warm ale lets me close my eyes and picture Her.
Oct 13
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September 2025
Confessional Booth / Passenger Seat of my Fathers Car
in some ways, one in the same. (scroll to bottom for mobile view)
Sep 26
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There is something about new beginnings, and cold air, and still water.
This room is unfamiliar, like the cramped hospital room in which I was born – I have lived here my whole life, I have never been here before.
Sep 21
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Nostalgia will kill you if you let it
I see the old man picking out his newspaper, and the family arguing in the confectionary aisle, and my trolly full of fresh supplies for a new life, and…
Sep 11
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A love letter to Leonard Cohen/September
I am something gentle before the storm comes. I am the way your grandmother says she can ‘smell-the-thunder-coming’. I am not to be held onto; not like…
Sep 3
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August 2025
I think I go crazy in love, like old poets and pathetic twelve-year-old girls, and swans
I think: I’m going to kiss the tender wound of bone beneath the skin of your teeth, and drink the way you wince in pain up like sweet nectar.
Aug 30
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It is a Friday night, and I am thinking fondly about the sad little girl inside my head.
I find her sometimes in my eyes, all teary and curled up; she doesn’t understand how we got here, I don’t think.
Aug 25
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I don't think you are pretty when you're still
You have made yourself beautiful in the same vein as a fresh coat of white paint. But, you lack longevity.
Aug 20
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crushing inevitabilities and hopeful acceptance
I planted a seed when I was four, and now there are flowers blooming in my liver.
Aug 12
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apricot pit
pushing in, pulsing
Aug 10
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