Author Archives: Martin

About Martin

I'm just... filling time.

On Ragged Mountain

There’s a luxury – a pleasure… not like the joy of an avocado (not to dismiss that joy, sliding along the skin, opening the ripe fruit to eager hands, fingers sliding into flesh to scoop and taste and slip along … Continue reading

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How I Read

When I was a reader, spine balanced under palm, fingers trailing along pages. words that almost moaned and whispered aloud. Eyes greedy, seeking understanding to know the body – the work at hand, moving from page to page, syllable to … Continue reading

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The Answer

There was a wind winding down from star to sea, whipping along eastern ranges, whispering strange words in accented syllables, a Romanian Shakespearean rag, sometimes humming something from The Weekend. Sometimes a muse must be answered. There were scrubs worn … Continue reading

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Stars | Dust | Breath

I was kissing you with my mind before my body – only body – quickened in motion, in fluid, in heat some juice squeezed                              from my … Continue reading

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Wrapping Backwards

Something about losing small pieces – an errant tooth, the color in my hair, the smell of autumn as father held my hand, fading vision / a kidney butchered under failing hands, and time a butterfly flapping backward through time, … Continue reading

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Burning Autumn

In the autumn, with leaves burning, safety as children running embers floating in the air. And I am burning leaves again. The tulips i pulled from your garden how you say me hiding, behind our pine. Eyes wide. Knowing that … Continue reading

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When We are brave

When we are brave enough we are not present we are simply in a wrong moment Between key strokes and dramatic elipsing lays our raging moments, against the dying of the light And we feed our platform as it feeds … Continue reading

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