At a glance

In my dreams all I see are glimpses of you through the parting grass your scent carried softly like a sad memory to my receptors I run after you “Chase me” you call teasing, laughing, hiding but I can never run fast enough held back by weeds that trap your fading voice and unto the clearing I finally see you standing back turned, face to the sun breathless I run to you and wake up to realize I have forgotten your face

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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