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The Fog The smoky air swirls silently - - - - intent on gathering souls. Stifled sounds muffle along the street. Echoes slink apart and fold. A Vague shape forms in the mist - - - - as someone comes. Soft, sinewy moisture snuggles up my leg - - - and runs. I am mystified - - - intensified. I peer into thge mist willing my eyes to see more than they can. I am humidified - - - mortified. Recognition...
May 9th poem: The Fog
May 09, 2024
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Endurance I methodically folded my life into sparse seconds, scattered along the few days remaining Refusing to get skinny, yet altering myself beneath the pulsed bruise of life; a cold clarity crusted what was left of this great aloneness. My life wound down, unspooling as I breathed — less life left with each breath. Yet the juice of viability lingers past the point of vivacity, past vitality ...
May 8th Poem: Endurance
May 09, 2024
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Suspension The space between you and me vibrates dawn's burnished light exhales from somewhere close I smell roses — the air's caress that announces the sun with a clear, high C note that floats through the garden — and we take flight that same moment the sun slips into view our wings spread to lift us skyward by Annette Gagliardi Published in the print Issue #4 o f Lit Shark Magazine , Decemb...
May 7th Poem: Suspension
May 07, 2024
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