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moonstone and opals

October 13, 2025

Moonstone and opals—an argent breath at dusk,

Aura of moonstone, cold and quietly brusque.

Eyes like opals, depth turning shadows to song,

Luna skies unravel, long and opaline, long.

Starry constellations hang like corals in the night,

Silent reefs of silver that lick at the light.

A jasmine hush drifts from hedgerows half-seen,

Sweet as a memory, sharp as what’s been.

White joy, a pale lantern trembling on the shore,

Shimmering waters keep secrets and more.

They answer in ripples, in echoes undone—

The moon and the jasmine and nowhere to run.

the leather breathes

October 12, 2025

The leather breathes, a well-worn sigh,

Fifteen years beneath my hand.

A map of joys against the sky,

Etched deep within this land.

The future looms, a shadowed coast,

Of solitude and fading light.

But here, a gathering of ghosts,

Of laughter burning ever bright.

Each entry, a small, defiant flame,

Against the coming of the night.

A testament to joy’s sweet name,

A beacon, holding back the blight.

upon the breeze

October 8, 2025

Upon the breeze, a tiny frame,

wings still, a fading, gilded name.

Sweet nectar’s longing, tongue outstretched,

a final sip, a world detached.

Within frail petals, softly laid,

a garden vigil, gently swayed.

The sun descends, a crimson stain,

earth claims her own, in soft, sweet rain.

i used to do
handstands,
all the time
and watch TV
upside down,
feet propped
against a wall,
or inside the
door frame.
the world looked
better that way.
everything made
more sense to me
with clutter free
ceilings.

memories grow wild

July 16, 2025

they wore flowers in
their hair and beards.
the grasses beneath our
feet quickly trampled flat.
i laughed along with them
but the man in front of me
could not see for a time.
memories have a tendancy
to grow branches longer
than their roots,
they invite us to climb and
explore until we ourselves
become entangled and forgotten.

i am, i am not

July 6, 2025

i am, i am not.
i have been nothing more
than an empty place,
a place where my body and
your delirium suddenly
arrive and a muffled
voice that learns us
as a punishment.

when night came

July 2, 2025

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎,
𝚒 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜
𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚟𝚎
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛
𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜.
𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎,
𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚎,
𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝,
𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜
𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚜
𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢,
𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚜.
𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚕𝚢
𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎
𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛.
𝚒 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍,
𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎.
𝚒 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗,
𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝.

the day

June 25, 2025

𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗,
𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐?

illuminating

June 22, 2025

i want to drink the
night sky and
fill myself up with it.
pouring it into to me
tasting each star,
shining its light.
brightening.
illuminating.

rage

June 11, 2025

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍
𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍

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