2x Pushcart Nominee;
Recently published in The Belfast Review, Spectral Realms 🥂
“Life Sucks”
humor: https://a.co/d/0qHin5u 🤣
“Echoes Lost in Stars”
poetry: https://a.co/d/76gM1Rt ☘️
Website: PSConway.com
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why can you not see me?
am i too ugly?
am i too fat?
so many burnt offerings
have gone unnoticed,
i am but smoke and ash.
so i kneel in the middle
of the crossroads,
midnight moon flaring,
beseeching any fiend
to steer your eyes toward me.
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#vss365 #poetry
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seduced by your words,
i succumb
to their inducement,
scribbling until
exhaustion fights
the last vapors
that sustain me.
only so much time left
to complete our novel,
and i wonder
if we have enough blood left
to finish the manuscript.
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#poetry #vss365
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how to erase
my original sin?
when i crave the juice
of forbidden fruit,
a holy fig hung low and loose
within my reach,
so easy to take,
to slake the burn
of this inherited thirst
for a taste of sweetness
older than shame…
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#poetry #vss365
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i ate too much at dinner.
but that fullness sustains
me through the chill of your hand.
leftover words congeal in my ears,
steak fat platitudes
meant for someone else.
your eyes, distant,
searching the restaurant beyond me,
already choosing
the next best meal.
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#vss365 #poetry
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at sea, loneliness
is the absence of you.
only the cries
of the kittiwake
remind me there once
was a shoreline, once
was a home,
and then what's real
subsides to
splashes and shudders,
a summons to
meet my quietus,
eyes lifted
to a dwindling horizon.
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#vss365 #poetry
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you gave your heart
to me, cut clean
from your body,
so bloody and fair.
i could not look away
from your feral intention,
wrapped in fig leaves
still wet with spring.
a gift sealed fast
with a braid of your hair,
cut clean
and sweet with persimmon.
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#vss365 #poetry
our cottage by the sea
remains lost and empty,
love has flown westward,
'cross a following sea,
i have buried myself
beneath the cold of field stones,
her cradle remains
full of spiders and leaves,
squeaking when rocked
by a curious breeze.
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#poetry #vss365
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do you recall the first time
innocence neared us?
the lamb’s wool
caught between our teeth?
the chaos in our laughter
dangerous like nightfall.
the suffocation of love.
you and me,
surrendered into shadow,
two thorny brambles
evermore.
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#vss365 #poetry
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the trail in the yellow wood
has become unclear,
i am walking that grassy path
less traveled by, seeking you
in the canopy,
in the undergrowth,
my heart refuses to concede
these divergent feelings -
the fear of losing you
yet the horror of carrying on.
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#poetry #vss365
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i may be more incorrigible
as an adult
than i was as a child.
i acknowledge no authority
over me, but my own -
a stained hand,
always in the cookie jar,
a bed left unmade
will show how serious i am,
wanting mother to punish me -
anything is better
than nothing.
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#vss365 #poetry
