Challenge, Poetry

July 4

Coyote lives in a glass closet,
believing his insecurities lie hidden
behind transparent walls.
He fills the walls with wishful thoughts,
documenting bruises and wounds
daydreams and expectations,

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Poetry

July 2

Wisdoms,

a bold and wild breed,
hold the wind a savage hostage.

From the mud they emerged
with bones cobbled from iron veins.

And they haunt the black of the night,
devouring the light of the stars.

Memior, Poetry

June 27

Specters follow behind
who seek to prove we are villains.
And while he is gone
I contemplate many things.

But mostly the specters
because each face favors a different feature:
friends before they were lovers
father before his drowning
and mother before she drew back her raft.

From sisters
who like me, slither between spaces
with electric eyes and shorted circuits
so similar we spark rebellion against one another

And sometimes
we prefer an empty road
broad in the horizon before us
and guiltless because no one follows
to remember who we left behind.