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Possessions

You own the houses the streets the shops the grass the grey the ground the walls the sky There’s no taking them back but do you have to take the rest? Do you need the feelings? the love the anger…

When We Loved

You cornered me with love a contortion into hate between what you said and what you did who you claimed and who you were a chaotic contradiction out of which I ended up believing that to control was to care…

A Connection, I Suppose

This body politic is infected broken down by a pathogen that’s half self aware half selfish insidious in nature consuming in scope and proud to say it’ll get us before any other disease will a form of connection I suppose…

Face by Dylan Malik Orchard

An Easy Discovery

It wasn’t caged it did not hide nor deny it’s rightful place It wasn’t new it wasn’t found it came through no new grace It wasn’t yours to gift to me nor any bodies else’s But still I found it…

Nothing

Nothing became the action Nothing became the word Exhausted of all content Nothing was all they heard — For more from me you can check out my collection No Cure for Shell Shock – available in paperback and digital formats. Or you…

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