Samhain
Samhain.
the night when
the veil between worlds is the thinnest,
when witches ride
hard across the night,
when the dead surge to rescue the living
from their mire,
when the full moon
calls us to wilderness,
wakes our wolvish sensing to the
fleshy,
rotten,
scat,
of fabrication,
and manipulation.
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The lonely tree
There is a pain, like no other for me,
the pain of knowing you are together
and I am here.
Locked down, locked away.
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The primary classrooms when too tall I towered out of the peer group clusters,
The secondary scythes of wop, diego, spik.
The secret of the shameful family split,
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