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 Jun 2018 OVC
Sydney Victoria
Sweet summer rains that kiss calm seas;
The cricket’s song that travels on the breeze.
Evening and daytime, what lies in between,
Painted, still waters, in twilight you gleam.
Horizons are born and hidden by night,
Each small star unimaginably bright.
Nestled in slumber, one lies in your heart,
A beacon of light from which you won’t part.
Sounds of the earth awaken you gently as
Morning emerges offering you plenty. You are
Innocent flowers who are greeting the sun.
The mountains and canyons, cratered and dun. You are my
Home, and my forever only one
You Are My Other Half <3
 Jun 2018 OVC
Sydney Victoria
My Body Is A Cage, A Portal,
And A Stone.
My Pain Is A Friend, A Shadow
And A Foe.
My Body Is A Host, A Mortal,
And A Home.
My Pain Is A Monster, A Hunger
In My Bones.
I Cannot Wait For The Day That The Pain Goes Away.
 May 2018 OVC
Alice R-P
New Life
 May 2018 OVC
Alice R-P
New life,
New soul,
Inside me
now grows.
 Dec 2017 OVC
tabitha
this place
is a busy place
there are people everywhere, and lexuses and rolls royces jam
the interstates, with their intermittent honking and inconsistent blinker use.
the quiet you find here, is in the hills, on the shore of ice cold waters at sunset.
on the streets everyone looks
from their lined eyes,
curtained
behind glossy hair.
stunning, ornamental flesh bags trouncing down the boulevard.
they have similar design. long legs. rabid for fame.
pillow-y lips foaming at the corners.
i feel
regularly devoured / rarely enjoyed.
forgive my generalizations
 Dec 2017 OVC
tabitha
i have always found myself
in the middle
actually born
in the middle of the day,
                                       month,
                                       year,
                                       decade
                                      (6.12.94)
very well-versed in
what it's like to be
simultaneously rich
and incredibly poor
living in other states
sleeping on the floor
sure

i walk a generational fine line
this gemini primetime,
of insoluble crises
the holy oil floats to the top
we learn
that feigned warmth cannot dissolve
the calcified ego of a leader or their god
you proclaim the name of jesus
but still cry out for someone to lead us
from gray
          gay
          awareness
          today

it's taken time and distance for this to be easy to say.

this is for the ones
who have always found
themselves in the middle,

america, honey, will you meet us there?
 Dec 2017 OVC
Keith Wilson
November
 Dec 2017 OVC
Keith Wilson
It was a lovely frosty morning
especially fine
for November
 Dec 2017 OVC
Keith Wilson
Grass
 Dec 2017 OVC
Keith Wilson
The grass is looking
strikingly green
in the autumn sunshine
 Dec 2017 OVC
Keith Wilson
Bird
 Dec 2017 OVC
Keith Wilson
In the early morning
sitting on our bench
a tiny willow warbler
comes around
very tame
hunting for food
 Dec 2017 OVC
Keith Wilson
Pheasant
 Dec 2017 OVC
Keith Wilson
I heard the pheasant
yesterday
but
could not see him
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