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at night, all the flowers on my terrace shades of grey
Mar 22
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Marc Brimble
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Cheap Tea
The old man leaving the bar, shrugging on his jacket like a well worn friend, I’ve seen him before, although he looks a little thinner than I remember…
Mar 15
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Before I Am I Was
Once I was only imagination a dream of something an echo stretching back to the beginning of time a stem that bound me to the universe before I came out…
Mar 8
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Blotters
I. Sand you stole my mind filled it with mercury layers of my spirit opened like bones in a desert, where flags vanish on dry winds II. Water I was lost…
Mar 1
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February 2024
Oranges On The Door
Just down the road is a house where an old woman lives. Usually a plastic bag hangs on the outside of the door. Someone leaves it for her and it always…
Feb 23
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From Above It All Looks Like Patchwork
funny isn’t it containing the land but green is a fugitive she jumps the walls and the cornfields are envious of the sky because air is like sea…
Feb 16
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The Virgin Queen
She sauntered into the hive shaking the snow from her abdomen, she threw aside her velvet coat diamond earrings captured in her eyes. “She is here…
Feb 9
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After Walking I love Listening To You Speak
Even after I climbed the steepest mountain it was in those shades - lavender, pine, iris that I found myself listening to your voice light as a summer…
Feb 2
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January 2024
L’appel du Vide
Shouting to the void my word bounces back jump jump into the arms of ghosts, a mother a father a lover fall - ing I am Alice. All at once I close my…
Jan 26
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Why Our Feet Keep Running Through Hot Sand
On the other side of this desert could be an oasis. She says this as she is running. and I am thinking on the other side of the earth is the sun. Light…
Jan 19
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fading light ... the last page of my book
Jan 12
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Azahar
sweet promise afternoon of orange. within the adolescent the pip of Autumn,bitter skin.
Jan 4
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Marc Brimble
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