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A former writer, building myself back up from the rubble

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A former writer, building myself back up from the rubble

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Her Leave, His Leave

SA

1 min read

The Sun dipped down underneath my feet,

the Moon tipping over my head

Moonlight covered the snow and the sleet

Sun’s shadows now darkness instead


Dragging my purchase through the cold slush

Looking for sharp eyes in the trees

No sound in here, not even a hush

Still I dropped low and crawled on my knees


The Sun was gone now, her leave complete

And the Moon stood fast in her stead

Steady I mov...

The Alchemist Sees

SA

1 min read

Bring to boil the pot and kettle


Cut the leaves and small trees


Leave behind the harsh reality


And extract the essence.


Sit and toil with molten metal


Push and heave, reach in and seize


Heave forward with gloves on, a finality


And react to the lesson.


Wipe the sweat from your brow


And the cinders from your chest


Put down the half-shaped tool


into the cool blue water.


The hot w...

A Boy, A Girl, A Room

SA

1 min read

A boy

A girl

A room


A toy

A twirl

A broom


A cloy

A curl

A whom


A koi

A whirl

A bloom


A ploy

A pearl

A groom


A buoy

A swirl

A tomb


Destroy

Unfurl

Retune


A joy

A hurl

A womb


A boy

A girl

A room...

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Am I?

SA

1 min read

I awaken,


and it feels so real.

Like so much is happening at once,

and like it all matters.


I take note of what is going on,

and try to remember.

I feel like it could be useful

when I do wake up.


When I do wake up.


So I do know that this isn’t reality?

But it does feel real.

My emotions are strong and affecting,

and hazards feel dangerous.


But still, I am aware.


And whether I’m running -

it ...

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Different

SA

1 min read

Things are different.

Not bad, or better,

just different.


It’s not that I’m indifferent.

Far from it, to be honest.

But I can’t say that I always think about it.


But when I do,

think about it that is,

I do wish that things were different,


I wonder what you are doing.

or even what you look like now.

And I wonder why.


Why did you do the things you did?

And why do I feel that they were wrong,

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