Loose Leaf

Some loose-leaf poetry from “Declassified,” a ghost’s story. in the still I must refine pull leaves from wind’s stream so to taste them in a curl on the sides little pieces to consider mid-dream in the still I refine in the still the still I must refine the witches dance …

Knockdown

He blew in the winduntil thenwherever it would take himhe leaned into her with abandon andloosed his leavesin her streamshe heard only whisperslong beforehe knewthere was a voice. He blew in the winduntil thenhe had many musesuntil he againran into Her and fellover on his sidebecause he saw beautylong beforehe …

Villain

Imagine that you lost your sight.Imagine that you lost your pen in a fight.Imagine that you lost your pages in the night.Imagine living in a world that ain’t right.Imagine that you lost your ability to imagine.Now, wouldn’t that be the worst kind of fright?That’s what it’d be like.Villains are writers …

Poem is Poet

Focus. Work on finishing that poem. It grows. It shrinks. It breathes. Perhaps overthinks. Because that’s what a poem does. It is as I am. It lives its own life. She rights me as I write her but she won’t wait and I find the poem is poet and I …

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