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After Eight

After eight
People die
Mint and mine
I’m still alive
If I’m breathing I’m
Still alive

Grocery store
Eight isles and more
The glossy paper Continue reading After Eight


A picture made me cry
Today it moved, it
Moved me

And I went where it
Beckoned so that
It would stop

Though really I am
Frozen somewhere, down
Inside myself

So it could never move
Me like I think
it would

If I were not made of
Ice, made of all the
Little things

Sep 12/15, woodburning on plywood with red gel pen