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Poetic Interlude XXXV

A hundred battles won and lost; a thousand ventures planned – Intricate and numerous as beaches full of sand, And all for you, my lonely one, at whim of your command, For I shall take your heart, and I shall … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude XXXIV

I found this piece in an old notebook of mine. While I don’t think much of the poem itself, it made me chuckle. Taxonomy of Morals   Locked within my thumping breast A heart lies beating, bold, Wanting what it … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude XXXIII

It was a foundation, and also a word, in the wickedest man I know, A few drinks in the story of its birth. I am far too small for answers, for an embrace, For Art is white and cold, and … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude XXXII

Springtime   A single beam through grey sky slips; An evening brighter than the day, Which, pendant, softly dripped.   Startled, the rebellious ray Exults in its successful quip: An evening brighter than the day.   The light refracts through … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude XXXI

A guest poem, by a charming creature, N. It made me cry. Enjoy. I am not antiqued. I am not scented With the brooding must and stature Of ages, Or the crushed femininity of Roses. I do not sway Under … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude XXX

Truthfully, Gentle Reader, this is Poetic Interlude VII reprised. In light of recent events, both of these pieces seemed particularly appropriate. Also, both pieces are in Patchwork Narrative, which should be available in select stores starting next week. Maybe. With … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude XXIX

A corset squeezing out the breath, A python ’round the neck: Clean and cold conformity – That demoness of death. Draped with cords of every sort The better for to bind Relentless eyes burn arctic bright,  Compel with cruel design, … Continue reading

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