A Merry Masquerade  

They say I survived 

The wicked you left in me. 

Ah, masks are mighty. 

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Looking Glass

You avert your eyes

Thinking my gaze will freeze you?

Or my light might heal? 

As the Book Closes

Atonement comes fast

Let forgiveness come easy 

As the book closes. 

Curative Tongue

What’s this I have here?

Prose drenched in stimulation?

Speak on, Sonnetist! 

Last Song 

Dissonant in rapport, 

Your instrument of judgment

And now this song ends. 

Cascades and Cures

 
When will this dam break,

And the past wash upon me?

This storm brings new life. 

Haikus and (Un)buried Hatchets


So many choices.

One sentence keeps me from you.

Keep pushin’ that dirt.

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