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UNEARTHED
I buried my grief In the back yard Next to the fig tree But someone kept digging it up I didn’t know who But in the strangest times It would surface Again And again Until I realised The shovel was in my hand The human side of me Craving the loss I’d tried to hide …
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under the covers
Dark clouds cloak my soul and I find comfort in the storm. The blue, as pretty as it is, is vast and endless. Enough to get lost in. So I flip the script, like a child on a rainy day. And find light in the darkness.
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Love in a storm
When the dark clouds lay low in the sky, Weeping. and we’re anchored to the comfort of the sheets, Sleeping. I wake to notice my love for you is, Heaping.
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Apple of my Eye
The air is thick with the sound of cicadas, Thick enough to drown out the cries. Hazy dusk light seeps through the window. I look to the apple tree outside, Its branches drooping, weighed down by its fruit. It’s there that I see myself, A branch weighed down by my offering to the world, My…
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Autum
When the autumnal axis alters the air and all of a sudden you can breathe again. Magical March, please stay.
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Hanging with Shiva
We lay on our backs, within each other’s warmth against the cold of the room. The plaster above was cracked and splintered so we sucked down hard at the roof and watched the world cave in around us.
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In the north
We found ourselves in a place where the red earth weaves its way into all that it touches. A place where the smoke haze shrouds the horizon. We found ourselves in a place where the truth is so sharp that it cuts you. A place where we bleed into the red earth for only the…
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reflection section
The way you see something isn’t necessarily the way it is. It’s a reflection of yourself, and that can sometimes be the scariest thing.
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