words to heal a broken world
Do you remember sitting on the front stoop late at night straining our eyes to see plasmic orbs blazing far beyond the flicker of urban lamp posts?You and I would sit for hours, dreaming of what the world could be if it were ours Unfettered. …
When I allow myself
presence of mind
and coveted quiet,
I find I fear what is to come.
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A spark has found its breath,
kindling culled from day-old
newspaper headlines.
Remain vigilant where
it burns.
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How will the dregs
settle after they
have drunk the
people dry?
Photo credit: Stacie DaPonte
As the train car rocks gently side-to-side, I fight the gravity that weighs on my eyelids. The weather is unusually bearable for early April, and the warmth of the sun seeps through the windows like a sedative. To my left, I see my husband’s head …
When I said no
and
you heard yes,
I watched you
wet your fingers
and
smother the flame.
Did it burn your hand
like
it left me cold?
I want to know you, to see the stuff of your dreams. Where do your thoughts travel when free to roam without limits? How do your ideas dance when uninhibited and certain? What do you hope to see when you lie in darkness, your …
