Tag Archives: death

Time Does Not Erase

Time does not erase, it etches deeper water, wind, ripping stone, sculptor forming this face, this voice, torn away by a reaper. Dreams of when I lay down with you, father, sleeper, found your body curled, yellowed and deforming. Time … Continue reading

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I Don’t Know… Newtown Blues

Dust motes, dropped from stars to earth, formed into clay, small golems of hope, Dylans and Chases, Madeleines and Anas. And others. So many others. Dust finds water, binds, then… draws water from others, when it breaks, when it shatters, when … Continue reading

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