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The Scribe
A collab poem today with guest writer, the husband.
I Sing the Song of My People
Our cats mid-night mewlings; are they singing? Are they communicating with Void-lings? It seems my cats are reciting poetry. Very loudly.
Vessel
The Crone scratches At my throat Upon the evening’s Afterglow Darkened skies Fading stars I watch another Waning show Her grip digs deeper As vitals seep Hearts beating slow The lovers weep A lifeless body Beneath waning glow Upon cold stone crags And the violent seas below
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Idiosyncratic Mewsings 