Daily Poems: 6 March
Reckoning
It doesn’t
matter
to me
if
this is
the end;
the end
where squid
develop lungs
and learn
how to
fly,
an end
where
what
it means
to see
is to
transcend-
because
in
the end
sleep is
the only
friend
I need
to make
peace with.
Violet Dahl
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March 10, 2013Postcard of a Dying Woman
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And the quail puff rode,
as the huffalump strode….
Daily Poems: Thursday 7 March
March 7, 2013Cappuccino
Sometimes I’m consumed
with living,
dead
but never more alive.