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I Remember Warmth. {poetry}

I don’t really understand poetry, no Unless there’s entirety, circularity, and illumination An off beat Unless I can hear the voice, Unless there’s some sweetness to which I can attribute a human spirit Unless there’s cradled attention, consistent and voluntary unless I can feel the softness

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Blood in Ice, Ice in Blood. {poetry}

He is a kin with beggar’s blood dark and cold made elemental man.

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

When life demands reality, we surrender to a fairy tale others long to live. To soak up kisses along with bills, and memories with chores, to stop and stare and breathe. To inhale a moment with saturated make-believe. Droplets of stardust and snowflakes imprinting on a soul for life.

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How To Find Grace Through The Grieving Of Death.

“Help,” I thought, looking around to others, “I need a tourniquet. Can’t you see my friend is dying?” But as I search the familiar faces around me, I realize they are all bleeding out in their grief. There isn’t enough triage in the world to save you from this pain.

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I Remember Warmth. {poetry}

Blood in Ice, Ice in Blood. {poetry}

Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

How To Find Grace Through The Grieving Of Death.

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