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

doors are always closing and parts of yourself are left behind them forever.“doors are always closing and parts of yourself are left behind them forever.” / Caitlyn Flanagan* / <>

@nat-lipstadt67

old man’s shoesold man’s shoes / is always the deadening give-away, / not the thinning or disappearing hair,

@nat-lipstadt16

google search history (private)6:12 pm — do parents have generational trauma if they treat you badly / 6:19 pm — why does my mother look at me like that / 6:27 pm — how to talk less and not annoy people

Cover Tape : Song One"Stand your mark, / that 100 meter race / gold of the winning

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

petalsi close my eyes / and i am there as / my soul so leaves me

Vow Without A PromiseI couldn't think of what / To promise at this altar but / I can tell you these things:

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—

THE HEART LONGSমন যায় (TITLE) / মন যায় তোমাক আকৌ এবাৰ চাবলৈ, / মন যায় তোমাক কাষত পাবলৈ,

@Blue-Sapphire18

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.

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

@Blue-Sapphire13

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 ...

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

@Blue-Sapphire4

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

Silence TouchesSome nights feel hollow, / echoing with the ghosts / of voices you once trusted.

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.

Falling through GrayDown I go / into gray and brown. / I hit the sides

@thomas-w-case13

The Evening That Didnt Fix Anything⭐ THE UNPOLISHED SEASON — Poem II / The evening arrived / without ceremony –

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