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  Feb 20 Jimmy silker
Vianne Lior
Winged thing,
bruised blueprint,
longing inked into bone—
how does the sky taste
when you flee instead of follow?

I have seen you—
a breath stolen mid-exhale,
a contradiction unraveling,
a hymn hummed through clenched teeth.
you call it survival.
I call it the ache of knowing
you were never meant to land.

what is wisdom
but a body fluent in exile,
a home that never stays?

tell me—
when the air stills,
when silence sutures your shadow to the dirt,
will you miss the flight,
or
only the myth of almost arriving?

  Feb 20 Jimmy silker
Perry Reis
The hours I spend watching
seasons from my window
have increased of late.

Today, my sister, Felice, came
to my chamber, saying:

"Gregory, the gate needs oiling."

"Gregory, the roof is in disrepair."

Disrepair? I should think so,
yet I am loathe to leave this
garden bower and the thrill of its
funerary dreams.
This evening is starting to fall
Take a look around
Way up high in the sky
Stars are sparkling in the night
There is so much light
Stars sparkle, stars sparkle
Mars is miles away
This evening is falling
Crickets are calling
This evening is starting to fall
Joy
Joy is calling your name
It’s a beautiful world
You set me free
Joy is calling
Beautiful, beautiful
Joy is calling your name
No more doubt
Sing about
Joy is a beautiful day
Worship you
It’s a beautiful world
You set me free
You cleaned these messes
Joy is calling
  Feb 19 Jimmy silker
Sophia
it is called a breaking point because
every cell, every fiber of one’s being
has been gripping so tightly onto
the thread of what it knows to be true.
and when that thread snaps,
the entirety of the person becomes unraveled
in an instant.
a thread that sewed one together over many years:
every moment of experience, a stitch
every belief about oneself, a knot.
its breaking point tears apart the very fabric of one’s identity.
and what, at first, feels unfamiliar & uncomfortable,
is only a return to the very beginning of oneself;
the unentangled person.
  Feb 19 Jimmy silker
nicole
1/31/25   10:22pm

first comes hope
then the early mornings
lying awake
wondering wondering wondering

soon after are the regrets
I shouldn't have said that
maybe if I smiled more
or asked more questions
one less drink would have been good

and what comes last
radio static
a lesson
some memories to hold onto
and a stranger
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