The Void
no—floating in fog; no thought, not even that but the void. — An internal buzzing, a hum deep in my bones, regrettable, unfathomable low frequencies.…
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no—floating in fog; no thought, not even that but the void. — An internal buzzing, a hum deep in my bones, regrettable, unfathomable low frequencies.…
It was a Thursday. I’m almost certain it was Thursday, though it could have been Wednesday. It doesn’t really matter, I suppose. The sky was…
A poem about the loss of a father, capturing the depth of emotion, memory, and the journey through grief You left so quietly one day,…
In a world divided by an enormous canyon known as the Great Divide, two lands lay on either side, each vastly different from the other.…
I’d weep, too, Abandoned by a house Older than the crucifixion, Rooted in Sapulpa, Oklahoma. “I’ve lived too long,” Rose whispered, As they carried her…
We crossed bridges, shared dumplings, talked late in your Brooklyn kitchen, where the skyline glittered like dreams. New York, a city of exclamations, pulling me…
There’s a math problem that lingers, unsolved, a puzzle of numbers that twists and turns, its edges sharp, its center dark, like a riddle whispered…
The Bora wind was more than simply a natural occurrence in Senj, Croatia; it was a myth that influenced the town’s residents’ way of life.…
Shadows cast at the midnight hour reflect a silken thread web of want, obsessions spin a spell so large. in souls where restless ideas grow.…
At the stroke of midnight, when all is still and shadows sway and secrets hide, Placing more than simply reflections in its silvery grasp, the…
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