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i.
Smudging lead flakes, pressed into the paper pulp; given new life, new breath. The page
heaves, its edges crinkling beneath my hand. It exhales, and I can see the spark in the
eyes of the portrait.
ii.
Skin, only skin deep; the scales slicked with sweat, the sun browned at midday, and the
people sweltering below: they wait for the wings to melt, collapsing into trash.
iii.
Until he scratched his nose it was dust. I'd expected that when he'd shake his head and
blink they'd fly, but freckles they were. Stained with the cracks and fractures sustained
from being too pale for the sun.
iv.
Beneath the paper are the purple roots of chrysanthemums. Press too hard, and a sticky
ichor drips from the edges, collecting in the hollow of the collarbone.
v.
The scent drew them. Hungry eyes and hearts, the blood on their hands barely dried.
If only a rose had been cultivated, the thorns a warning enough to quell such desires.
Smudging lead flakes, pressed into the paper pulp; given new life, new breath. The page
heaves, its edges crinkling beneath my hand. It exhales, and I can see the spark in the
eyes of the portrait.
ii.
Skin, only skin deep; the scales slicked with sweat, the sun browned at midday, and the
people sweltering below: they wait for the wings to melt, collapsing into trash.
iii.
Until he scratched his nose it was dust. I'd expected that when he'd shake his head and
blink they'd fly, but freckles they were. Stained with the cracks and fractures sustained
from being too pale for the sun.
iv.
Beneath the paper are the purple roots of chrysanthemums. Press too hard, and a sticky
ichor drips from the edges, collecting in the hollow of the collarbone.
v.
The scent drew them. Hungry eyes and hearts, the blood on their hands barely dried.
If only a rose had been cultivated, the thorns a warning enough to quell such desires.
Literature
Haiku
my fingers
tributaries -
running around your knuckles
Literature
...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
Hermetique
To make the Eagle fly
extract Light from the darkness.
Separate a spider from its web,
a butterfly from its sheath.
Know also.
Exact preparation
requires an able spirit of
sweat and labor applied
to cause the bird to fly,
the Mercury to rise sublime.
Value the Work
and the spark in all things.
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Ummm am I allowed to have random snippets of pieces crammed into one vaguely related piece? I'm thinking about fully expanding each part, including the title into their own prose/poetry... but to look at it after this time there's a certain distance in my work that I didn't expect to see. But you know, it allows me to begin these pieces again in another, perhaps improved light.
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I think they relate surprisingly well; consistent in imagery and the stories they tell. Lovely, moving things.