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Beneath the FrostBefore dawn / the sky is the colour / of opened flesh,

Cast No ShadowI don’t walk toward death. / I walk toward my fellas' needs, / Toward the kids in their beds,

I knew a poetess, Mariya (tribute, in my meager way)I knew her for a moment / like passages in rhyme / her heart a gentle flutter

@TemporalFugue13

Palimpsest with Fire-Bombing TeethHe finds her work the way a cut finds salt— / by accident, by hunger, by the old compass that turns toward ache. / He sits with the pixeled book open like a door blown inland by weather,

Where the Faerie FellIn a wood where heather grows high and wide, / And the moon on the bracken makes silver tide, / A mortal walked where none dare stray—

When You Leave Letters For Each Other Inside The Apartment**Dear Taliia,** / Comrades making hundreds of crazy / TikTok dance videos in the forest

One Month’s MindThey gathered the way people do / when there’s no right way to gather / by accident, by necessity, by love.

The Overly Dramatic Window⭐ THE UNPOLISHED SEASON — Poem VII / The window opened with more noise than necessary, / a long, uneven groan

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The Things I Am NotI am not the things that have happened to me. / Let those words stand like a cup on the table, / plain, chipped, steadfast ...

MYSTERIOUS DIARYAn empty house. / Open doors. / A broken windowpane.

@Blue-Sapphire13

LIFE SENTENCESometimes, / you are brought back to life / only to serve

@Blue-Sapphire4

For Blue SapphireSome poets arrive / wearing crowns. / They bring long words

The Rock That MurmursThere are tales they tell by the Rheinland swell / Where the cliffs stand gaunt and grey, / And the river runs through a thousand suns

CharterWe sign nothing on paper. / We take oaths / the way frost takes a field—

A sorrowful landa lonely mother / shops at the Tesco down the road / she holds two cold babies

Indian SummerThere are summers / that arrive after the harvest. / Not true summers—

South Dakota InterludeI have seen a country / where hunger wears clean shoes in one room / and no shoes at all in the next.

The Woman I Buried In MarbleWhen you died by your hand / I carried you into the mountains of my mind / and buried you there in marble.

Culpability (for those little girls in Iran. I am sorry).I wonder where they wrote my name / and whether it was engraved / or casually noted in pen.

Narcissus"Not now, I'm busy / At home doing some self-care. / Roughly speaking, I need at least three hours."

TensionWhen I touch your head / I feel scorpions moving / trapped inside your skull

@Agnes-de-Lodz36

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one off the françois vasethe volley is casual / my folly is actual / im sorry i have nothing to say

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Woman in International Waters*Another moving vessel,* / *this woman.* / *She's a delicate piece of machinery.*

@Carlo-C-Gomez30

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Beauty Fades People ChangeThere are many types of Roses / A Rose is a Rose by any other name / Is it still a cherished treat?

@cj-sutherland40

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