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D Thornhill Oct 2021
one day i will tire
lay my tablet down to rest
then never retouch
for any creative use
bury me with tablet on
©️ dt + b
Norman Crane Oct 2021
nothing but the wind
escapes this abandoned house;
flowing,       it pushes
all the sunlight out   until
we are alone in darkness
Norman Crane Oct 2021
come in with the moon
and stay awhile like starfish
stay in a tide pool
both of us under its sway
then parting—
                       moon pulling away
Notepad Sep 2021
If only you knew
My eyes would howl at the moon
Tears of crystal blue
That you were my only one
Before you fade in the light
Norman Crane Sep 2021
heart beating // beating
wings lift me and flight begins
bare feet above ground
the world receding / the world
beginning [...] to appear small.
Norman Crane Sep 2021
my face is hollow
grated like jail, rusted and
overgrown with vines
blooming bloodflowers which burst
dripping endlessly inward
Norman Crane Sep 2021
follow her follow
her doubled in greenlit
rooms,   golden bridges
possess her    /    she is possessed
of death: falling—.  in love again.
Norman Crane Sep 2021
woodcutter's sunlight
absent like truth at the gate
at raintime; strangers'
memories, flowing as mud
a samurai was killed, but—
Norman Crane Sep 2021
Snow. Globe / Newspaper
:: tycoon revealed as nothing
but a boy, taken
from mother / Nature simple
as a sled burning: "Rosebud."
Norman Crane Sep 2021
coffee cup broken
pieces strewn across the floor
sharp words were spoken
now we are silent;       no more
(s)weeping;    sad ceramic gore
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