Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...Let it be said we have split up..."
"...give me your heart so I may eat it..."
"... <br />She looked inside the dark pocket of her pillowcase..."
"...In this early winter air, her whispers are verdicts..."
"...Just something I wanted to share with you..."
"...This must be sweet, sweet medicine!..."
"...I reach across the couch and pat your hand..."
"...He carried a knife to school for self-defense..."
"...We each worked an extra under the table job..."
"...do you believe this?..."
"...oblique remarks upon the canvas of his lips..."
"...handcuffed to our sins..."
"...Your voice still sounds like a song..."
"...I stare back at a chill of harboured currawongs beady-eying me..."
"...As I wait with trepidation for dawn..."
"...A life whose paths lead to ruin..."
"...inside this thin, onion-skinned wall dingy with your dreams..."
"...Fear is not entertainment, it's big business of another sort..."
"...compete with ruthless reps for lowdown higher-ups..."
"...the internal chasm is an abyss between us..."
"...an ancient shroud, a milky net, has been cast down..."
" Did you see him today, that glamoring cardinal..."
"...Their heart in fear of Dark repercussion..."
"That he was a towering figure was no debate..."
"...Pick up the sledgehammer and shatter the glass ceiling..."
"...every soul has two sides; not every secret is so simple..."
"...imagined the wind on a California beach, ocean roar..."
"...moments too ephemeral vanished into eternity..."
"...Hell's dream Of wanting vengeance upon thee..."
"In the wake of the storm, there's a home away from home..."