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Poetry

Nuclear

Sometimes you don’t think the bombs are so bad. A guaranteed ending, an excuse. Gone the crying, gone the long hours when you should be vacuuming, cooking dinner, after you have left the children at school. You don’t know what you cry for, but you can feel it just beyond your splayed fingers.

Poetry

Boxes of Darkness

After Nora Meiners “Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.” Mary Oliver 1. He filled this box with every moment he exhaled your name with cigarette smoke. The fumes solidified into a black ball of clay shaped like the …