Category: Poetry
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Memory in the Wind I listen to the wind— faint whispers of yesterday tickle my skin. My memory exhales, memories whirl like windblown leaves. I hear his weathered voice call my name— not Mona, but Muuna. I smell peppermint and cracked leather, his boots worn thin. My nose twitches from the aroma of his spit…
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ELEGY FOR THE BREATHING HORSE Beneath the pallid winter boughsWhere daylight wanes and shivers thin,A sable horse, with lowered brows,Stands cloaked in fog and breath and sin.Its nostrils bloom with ghostly fire,A vapor born of hidden heat,As though the soul, grown cold and tired,Still whispered live through lungs and beat.The leather creaks. The iron waits.The…
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It’s thirty-five degrees in this small North Florida town, the kind of cold that feels borrowed, like it won’t stay long enough to learn my name. Then they arrive— not snowflakes exactly. Reminding me of dust bunnies as they drifting loose from the sky, soft, unsure, floating past my face before vanishing into nothing. I…
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Quiet Gravity I loved youlike the moonloves the night sky—not loudly,but constantly,by remaining.I suppose that is whygoodbye never learnedhow to leave my mouth.Even eight years on,I am still holding on,knuckles white with memory.I carry the painas if it were proof—a quiet gravitypulling me backwardthrough ordinary days.Grief does not fade;it rearranges the light.Some morningsI wake in…
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My monster is not under my bedShe drapes my waking hours in shameShe resides in my head She plays her careful games unsaidAnd trains my breath to speak her nameMy monster is not under my bed Night turns on night where fears are fedEach thought repeats, each loss the sameShe resides in my head She…
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