Why do they always look at their phones instead of at the mirror? She always looks bored as she stares at the mirror phone in hand that distant gaze frozen in place seemingly unconcerned as if she can’t afford to make things clearer for us to understand the difficult days beneath the face in the [...]
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The look in her eyes (a poem)
This one is strange to me, because I do not remember writing it. A sleeper on a different schedule the same old face in my mirror The look in her eyes far, far away A step or two in the opposite direction my eyes closed for too long Red, red lights a crack in the [...]
Archaeology (a poem)
I had no idea where that first line was going to go when it popped into my head… The lake in the mirror a faraway place dark around the edges quiet, but no balm to the system empty of something vital separate from reality Spaces red spaces blue spaces aground beneath dirt mounds from long [...]
Admonition to my mirror self (A poem)
Back to the epistles, this time in the form of a terzanelle. When you look in the mirror you see only failure and success you see only beauty and horror What about the rest— lessons learned and life lived? You see only failure and success For all the fucks you say you give not much seems [...]
I’m drawn to her (a poem)
No prompts—just thinking about a couple of people I know… I’m drawn to her She is my mirror she reveals what I can’t see Behind her face in my mirror is a vision of what I could be I’m drawn to her She brings me peace I see safety in her eyes In the darkness [...]
