Lady Cali’s Bones

There’s a special kind of Cold that’ll brush across Your face With slender fingers And painted nails It’ll feel so sweet yet so Welcoming Like when you leave the window In your bedroom open And the night invites Itself in While you’re undercover Under covers Disguised as someone Who should be sleeping Yet a thrallContinue reading “Lady Cali’s Bones”

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Palpitation

Palpitation It wouldn’t be that memory Of stained glass dust now Scattered upon those grains Before the windows disintegrated It would be a high tide Of a rising kind pulled by A celestial body Further into the shoreline Where swells crash into Tiny tidepools and decorate Moon crabs with shards Of stained memories It wouldContinue reading “Palpitation”

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Rosy White Alcove

Rosy White Alcove Sitting street level on an ottoman Inside a bay window Looking out of Rose stained glass, We’re looking at the people On the sidewalks In between the walls Of our tea mugs. We’re looking out of Cold bay window panes With droplets Of cloud fodder Playing on its surface. You’ve got yourContinue reading “Rosy White Alcove”

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Thoughts by an Open Window

Thoughts by an Open Window In late night, Distortion of Running engines Reverberate. They echo across A sleepy and quiet Town’s slopes and Flats of land. I sit here listening To a whistle From a train miles Away. Blinds are drawn If only to see The twinkling stars Between patchy clouds. A cool breeze sneaksContinue reading “Thoughts by an Open Window”

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