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  • we have met the enemy
    i want to show you something that hurts
    more than the twist of the knife to the heart
    by Prague 16 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 18 11:45 AM 2008
  • until the snow
    Once known, doubt clouded in. The empty house
    seemed now translucent in the winter sun;
    by Prague 13 lines, on Dec 7 11:44 AM 2008
  • 5.00
    O cold usurper, this is my reward
    For things unsaid, for vows unthought, undone.
    by Prague 9 lines, on Oct 17 10:48 AM 2008
  • Sleep
    Here I lie darkly; here the hollow room
    Is echoing; you stir, but do not wake.
    by Prague 13 lines, 1 comment, on Oct 1 10:35 AM 2008
  • Spire
    The streets are ours alone. I turn to see
    the quiet cathedral, soaring as a prayer
    by Prague 13 lines, on Sep 7 3:45 AM 2008
  • To Say Nothing Of The Heart
    To say nothing of the heart; which cannot speak,
    which does not know the meaning of itself
    by Prague 13 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 27 2:41 PM 2008
  • Phone
    It was your gift, the skill of getting lost,
    the talent I inherit, far from home
    by Prague 14 lines, on Aug 6 3:36 PM 2008
  • Distance

    You drive me home. The year is on the turn,
    the sky is blank with soft, unspoken snow.
    by Prague 15 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 1 6:06 PM 2008
  • The Fourth
    Love, then, love like the first man
    who claimed the shores he found - because you can.
    by Prague 18 lines, on Jul 4 5:16 PM 2008
  • want - for Tim
    i want the mornings, the long
    afternoons. i want your sleeping face.
    by Prague 17 lines, on Jun 19 4:39 PM 2008
  • The Photograph - for Tim
    There's a look in your eyes I've never seen; one reserved
    by Prague 27 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 13 3:40 PM 2008
  • Home
    Flat plains, just sky on sky and us beneath
    letting the land unfold, becoming home.
    by Prague 11 lines, 3 comments, on Jun 6 1:30 AM 2008
  • love is not love
    You write me
    like a poem, you direct me
    by Prague 14 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 4 1:54 AM 2008
  • Wolf
    Because you're the wolf, I am always in danger;
    the woods lined with foresters, eager to please.
    by Prague 29 lines, 1 comment, on May 25 1:29 AM 2008
  • The Men I Mean
    The men I mean are all refined
    They taste of coffee-grounds and dust
    by Prague 30 lines, 1 comment, on May 18 5:01 PM 2008
  • Untitled, for DB
    And still we echo back through empty space,
    A temporary peace - somehow enough.
    by Prague 13 lines, 1 comment, on May 10 4:51 PM 2008
  • The Dry Season
    it seemed you'd seen our fall from grace already,
    our sad descent, exposure, ridicule.
    by Prague 23 lines, on May 2 2:53 PM 2008
  • My Father's Prayers
    And though I hear the words, I cannot speak
    In that forgotten tongue so nearly known.
    by Prague 14 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 18 1:12 AM 2008
  • The End of Love
    The end of love was quieter than expected;
    All feelings ended, thoughtlessly neglected.
    by Prague 29 lines, 4 comments, on Mar 26 4:15 PM 2008
  • This Girl
    This girl is set to self-destruct.
    by Prague 13 lines, 3 comments, on Mar 19 6:33 PM 2008. In short story, original fiction
  • Rachel
    by Prague 29 lines, 2 comments, on Feb 29 7:52 PM 2008. In original fiction
  • frost
    as though someone has wept
    this sudden white
    by Prague 10 lines, 1 comment, on Dec 13 12:43 PM 2007. In nature, love
  • untitled
    (you and I do not pretend;
    we move like tiny galaxies
    by Prague 27 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 14 2:06 AM 2007
  • Valentia
    in the car, it is warm and you sleep
    against my shoulder. so unguarded in your stillness.
    by Prague 12 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 1 9:34 AM 2007. In personal
  • Affirmation
    Turn of the season, and in sudden fields / The tangleweed grows up and out, ensnares / The rusted skeletons of burned-out cars / / As though some act of life has been performed / We stare, as though our actions can
    by Prague 14 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 26 12:28 AM 2007
  • A scribble found in the back of a Maths book
    six-ten pm. no thing remembers us;
    I write on paper that engulfs
    by Prague 13 lines, 1 comment, on Apr 21 10:08 AM 2007
  • snow (i)
    by Prague 6 lines, 1 comment, on Feb 9 2:40 PM 2007
  • december
    the winter sun falls through the windows
    exposing the inner light of things,
    by Prague 9 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 30 2:38 PM 2006
  • I give up on poetry. Or rather, it's given up on me.
    I can't write, and everything I write is dreadful. Sorry. I don't mean that in a coy "I really love my work and can't bear criticism" kind
    by Prague 2 lines, 2 comments, on Dec 26 4:21 PM 2006
  • Album
    a badly-shot Film Fun, and the curtains drawn against the clockwork buzzing
    by Prague 122 lines, on Oct 12 4:38 PM 2006. In Personal
  • Wandering
    there you are, your breathing oddly rhythmical, like clockwork, caught in time.
    by Prague 61 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 7 5:39 PM 2006. In Personal
  • august
    a leaden stomach-ache, a kiss
    against the mirror. Nothing kind.
    by Prague 52 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 16 3:41 AM 2006. In Love
  • (in) my box
    i will keep
    all the time in the world i have wasted
    by Prague 39 lines, 5 comments, on Aug 12 4:18 AM 2006. In Love, Dark, Angst
  • yellow afternoons
    we screw, we sleep, we wander
    through empty heavens.
    by Prague 9 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 3 5:34 PM 2006. In Personal
  • Arcadia/Memories Of Pain
    the stump or the root of the shoot where the leg had been
    and scream of the terrible echoes of pain
    by Prague 26 lines, 15 comments, on Jul 10 12:26 PM 2006. In Personal
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