Here for metaphors, memory, and meaning.
In promises thinner than moonlight,
Who drifts like radio static
Between stations of coming and going.
The moon stays,
Pacing our shadows,
Casting its glow on faces
That have learned not to wait
In promises thinner than moonlight,
Who drifts like radio static
Between stations of coming and going.
The moon stays,
Pacing our shadows,
Casting its glow on faces
That have learned not to wait
With its unblinking eye
Trailing behind our car,
Outsmarting every turn,
Keeping up with every bend.
The children call it an uncle,
A more present figure than you—
With its unblinking eye
Trailing behind our car,
Outsmarting every turn,
Keeping up with every bend.
The children call it an uncle,
A more present figure than you—
Is this real?
I squint at shadows:
Am I stitching stars
Into daylight's hem again?”
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Is this real?
I squint at shadows:
Am I stitching stars
Into daylight's hem again?”
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With its teeth and bite.
There's an easy acceptance
In the silence here.”
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With its teeth and bite.
There's an easy acceptance
In the silence here.”
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and all I’ve shed
glint like rime
on a fractured pane—
autumn pours itself
into my marrow,
steeps me in mist
where shadows grow
versions of you
that time never chiseled.”
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and all I’ve shed
glint like rime
on a fractured pane—
autumn pours itself
into my marrow,
steeps me in mist
where shadows grow
versions of you
that time never chiseled.”
#writingCommunity #PromoSky #BookPromo #IndieAuthors #SelfPublished #UpcomingBook
When the same ghosts follow us both. “
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When the same ghosts follow us both. “
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What could have been a snowflake melting
Is a storm brewing at your touch
And some things crumble worse
In absence of a caring touch
But I , I think I can’t be trusted with your heart”
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What could have been a snowflake melting
Is a storm brewing at your touch
And some things crumble worse
In absence of a caring touch
But I , I think I can’t be trusted with your heart”
#WritingCommunity #BlueSky #BookSky #PromoSky
When the same ghosts follow us both. “
#WritingCommunity #BlueSky #BookSky #Promosky #Poetry
When the same ghosts follow us both. “
#WritingCommunity #BlueSky #BookSky #Promosky #Poetry
I completely agree—it truly does take a village. I once read that artists share a common vulnerability: the deep desire for their art to be seen. While I can’t recall the exact words, the sentiment stayed with me. Supporting each other by sharing, reaching out, and amplifying art is so important.
I completely agree—it truly does take a village. I once read that artists share a common vulnerability: the deep desire for their art to be seen. While I can’t recall the exact words, the sentiment stayed with me. Supporting each other by sharing, reaching out, and amplifying art is so important.