Beginning of a Child
Sing to me, oh Muse of a child so cherished in her world set to perish, Hades’ eyes dark […]
Sing to me, oh Muse of a child so cherished in her world set to perish, Hades’ eyes dark […]
Calliope Voice like a salved bruise, I sing atop the heavens, Chanting a sweet breeze Agalope
Tell him, O Muses, of how I toiled and longed for thousands of days. Awaiting a battered figure, a
Oh my love, there is ruin That I have dipped my toes in A polluted connection An exploitative relation No
Waterboard at seven, Legacy parkade at eleven; she reclined in her seat, black plastic smoked to crystal, and with hand
The skyline is sharp and jagged So when smog slaps it, Rain bleeds, thick and oily and hesitant when Every
Motivations can be understood as they manifest in the reactions to each moment, everyone is coming together in the Now—this
Oh great love, \\
you, great mold that grows in my lungs, \\
sporing and sparring for sparse air. \\
Everything we are we inhale.
Perfect. //
The golden light outlining the features of the statue’s simple face, //
capturing my attention every time I visit. //
Should I come by more often?
Here’s a toast to all the heartless poets