fio fantasma

Sinto o mundo passar à frente e o passo dos meus pés presos com o peso de tempo soldado. Sempre me vi entre as palavras mas talvez as tenha tomado por certas. Devia estudar-lhes os vestidos E deitar fora os panos de padrões pirosos. Por muitos modelos que esboce O meu medo É já são saber costurar Advertisements

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No Love Lost

no love is ever lost when love stands still if you save it in a box no love is ever spilled love can never be lost when it’s not carried in words to save every single drop just ignore the hummingbirds if you never reach to taste it no love is ever wasted save your skin from being bitten and […]

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The Visitors

It wasn’t like this before. We were never modern or trendy only feeding off old glories of dead sailors and football stars. So we liked having you here: the wealthy relatives who never held us in any regard. But now you come to visit all the time. There is no more sitting outside with a beer and a book contemplating […]

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primordial

It breathes ancient, this thing. It stirs and it rings and pours out of my skin. There’s a tempest within. I should hold down the lid but can’t sail this ship while lost drunk on longing. The sails rip at the seams. My lips holding the seeds I can’t sow – for now. Can the whispering wind let you know […]

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Bag Lady

Too many bags with too much baggage back from when your heart was savage and oblivious. A bag of lights A bag of doubts An empty bag on where to shout. The bag of tricks you’ve since collected – their smoke and mirrors have now deflected. So pile it up and build a pyre Make a shrine out of the […]

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74 x 34 x 60 mm

Dimensões conservadas. Discretamente heterogéneo apenas. Linha sem alterações intrínsecas. Septação fúndica já conhecida já alvo de intervenção. Cavidade virtual. Pequenas imagens líquidas infracentimétricas simples. Visibilidade anexial direita mais satisfatória do que a esquerda. Douglas livre.

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heartburn

I used to feed on the unseen – such a tempting, delusive thing – starving leaving my brain to digest not even mist but air I would just leave it there chewing chewing teeth gritting images brewing (they were everywhere) and I carried them faith full the invisible stories too heavy to bare when I should have known ghosts are […]

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intermittent

Simmer down the intermittent pen the intermittent everything this lack of discipline is too exhausting. You’re such a star such a pretty light. Always on always off. Pulsing as if you one day just might expand into soaring flight. But no – not quite. Like a wave a daughter of the restless waters shallow – translucent deep – dark going […]

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Sylvia’s tree

Only the branches seem to grow and multiply – like Sylvia’s tree. I should not depend on the wind as guide – it changes all the time. But the speed with which I need to grow (do I?) may well be the death of me. Shallow roots grow faster but never hold.

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the miner

Watch your step as you tread through the depths. The surface is always safe – all lies rest above the ground. So go ahead out the cave all the way down. You may not even be afraid of the dark or damp dusty tunnels you’ll need to cross to get to us. But make sure your lamp light’s enough for […]

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Stygian

You have been carried for years on someone else’s lips (you sound good on paper) with your island descent and abyss ascent and all the spectres forever loyal. I have not met you but know your women and tangled tales (I know far too many details) of you the shy ghost who never shows. We never met but I would […]

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Hg

  Me, the ever restless twins Fast as wings in Hermes’ heels You, Apollo’s racing car Know what is a cinnabar. From chemistry to alchemy Astrology, astronomy An orbit of the highest Eccentricity Coulomb interaction Semi-neurotic reaction To bad grammar and bad spelling That we both find so repelling. You know the capital of Nepal Civilizations and their fall I […]

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old tales

Little Princess Little Princess, I declare There’s nothing finer than your hair Its perfect waves and perfect length And how it seems to give you strength Little Princess, how you stare!, Into mine eyes I cannot bare As if once lost and by me found Your tiny feet swept off the ground Little Princess, do you like The boldness in […]

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Cosmology (pt. 1)

I. Light light said the Word was there not Spirit before Matter came, though they say the clay was molded first? Light life blew the Breath that condensed to make flesh from the breast of the Earth now the Mother of all birth. II. There is always a serpent hissing up your spine all the way up up to open […]

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it aches my love

it aches my love it aches your silence pressing against my chest my flesh ripping open wounds tiny and big closing and healed it burns my love it burns flames and heat scrapping the surface of some inner organ the hidden place where pain is felt and I try my love to keep my love above the rage I feel […]

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Isidora comes of age

Black sunflowers are but red. I am not darkness a Lilith moon calling out beasts and demons to roam the woods and minds of dreamers who step down the steps to the cave where they store what they hide. I am a different cave: where every creature goes to digest what it feels that harbors the hermit who knows he […]

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um dia beijo-te

um dia beijo-te ao som do vermelho tinto que trazemos no sangue mesmo que não sintas fervilhar no teu os meus lábios dir-te-ão mais que as palavras e juras que carrego nas veias. um dia beijo-te ao chegar a coragem de dizer sem versos as rimas que sinto na minha pele ansiosa pela tua de poros e pêlos e fendas […]

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