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Uncharted land
No maps
Or guides
Unknown secrets
Undiscovered mysteries
Ours for the finding
Unseen views
Hidden tombs
Ours to discover
No maps
Or guides
Unknown secrets
Undiscovered mysteries
Ours for the finding
Unseen views
Hidden tombs
Ours to discover
Literature
Ghazal 1
North of zero degrees, the weak December sun
trickles through the blinds, onto the cactus flowers.
Pressing my palm against the window pane
melts curling, icy petals off frosted flowers.
The shower screeches as I step in. The hot water
beats my chilly skin into flushed red flowers
and the bathroom steam wafts about the room
smelling of soap and fruit and synthetic flowers.
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April brings with it the trembling joy
of the newborn fawn curled in soft purple flowers
the child placed in front of the house. A breath,
a step back, and the fawn sleeps on in the beds of flowers.
Warmth peaks at noon. In lungs and leaves,
the wetness of the gr
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In March
Gray clouds on brightest blue
Slowly go thudding by.
So they buried Old Man Winter.
I say that he did not die.
The boring sun cannot blot out
The crimped dread from land and sky,
Tensing for a reckoning.
I'll burn again, by and by.
The bare trees stand straight, sky-pulled,
Against the wet and melting snow.
What has all winter clung to branch
And trunk, that makes all outlines glow?
It is not time for April rains
To lull the thing that clings to bed.
The God is on the land again,
And is singing in my head.
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Shelter
the room breathes with me.
the walls suck into concave lungs.
the floor exhales against my skin.
scratchy fibers from the carpet
kiss my shoulders,
leaving imprints of their touch.
part of me will be buried
in this house,
a vestige of my better self
fragments of my smile
will adhere to the windows,
seducing the sun rays,
casting prismatic silhouettes
that dance in the afternoon dust.
memories of your laughter
will seep in to the softwood,
the melody of your voice
caressing the mouldings,
echoes infused with sanctity.
and the scar of us
will live forever in the foundation.
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