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A Villanelle for Sarah Miles
Will no one love this bitch, this fake?
Dec 3, 2025
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Must do… Can’t do… Wish I… If she… Why can’t… How can I face what I must face tomorrow? How can I bear this sadness and this fear? Child, look to me…
Mar 30, 2025
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The Man Born Blind (II)
When you had longed for sight, you never dreamed that there’d be things you’d wish you hadn’t seen. Your mother’s face was crumpled like a child’s.
Mar 9, 2025
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Hagar
Slumped on the ground here in this wilderness, head pounding hard, you close your eyes at last and wonder how you got here, how the fast unravelling of…
Sep 1, 2024
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The Road Taken
After Robert Frost
Jul 28, 2024
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To See
To see: a noticing of me although I’m one of many vying for your time; a recognition of the twists and turns that brought me here; a strong hand taking…
May 19, 2024
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By the Sheep Gate (II)
How to make sense of all the years before he took your hand and pulled you to your feet? The helplessness you felt there in the dust with legs that…
Mar 24, 2024
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After Feeding the Five Thousand
You gather up the fragments which remain that none be lost: the things we could have been (quite what, who knows, but something more than this…
Mar 3, 2024
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