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  • Unseen Margins

    Sink into the wayward crush. Lines of perfect imperfection Meet in the unseen margins. Gaining warmth and confidence As a deadly artifice fire rages. My U.S. issue moral compass Cracks in the heat. Glass and magnets litter The forest, and… Continue reading

    Unseen Margins

  • The Detour

    If I were to turn the wheel slightly and steer down the path, the path with the grass growing up through the cracks, the path led, “to nowhere fast.” A place I shouldn’t be, a place she’d be scared for… Continue reading

    The Detour