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Tag: Poem

Broken Norm

Three-hundred days of incubation.Words were spoken, with no translation.Mental experimentation.Nights of manifestations.Sanity kept with journal notations.The world is silent, with no explanation.

Dark Coffee

Saturday morning coffeethe sun doesn’t rise at 4:45.I can hardly open my eyes.There’s a full moon in the skyit’s the only light that shines.


It was cold and windy. Celebration a distant memory. The day felt hollow and empty.


It has not rained for months.Yet, we feel the weight of precipitation.The sky is unrecognizable.We can’t weather a lengthy depression.