Tag: despair

When the War Ended

It’s a sad story, the drowning man in a cloud of fists the first thing in morning woken thinking of yesterday and swinging wide like a boxer finds the finish when he splays on the mat, hair absurd and wet for just a fight in his memories of fire and rush of the way the sun shocked when he woke…

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~how to grace

I have lived surrendered in hopetied loose like the truthin my mouth is loose or a startled face is composedloosely as a cloud siftsthe light of the day/ it was Mary’s sorrow uponthe backs of ladybugs; thatis a story people told to explain the marof black. to become echoes painting poppies on darkspace of nowhere andnobody, just the brightest poppy…

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