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Turkey Vultures
go to the top of the hill look for me near the new-felled chestnut the one that used to perch that noisome flock of turkey vultures you remember they kept every house anxious with their ominous...
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Sentience
(My second 75-word micro-story) Doctors could do nothing more. After pacing so long on desperate feet, could he gather himself, stand and face down God’s judgment? She was beyond wakening, but he...
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Pathétique
Tormented Soul by The Pencil is the Power in a secret black box with tarnished lead locks sit wings that I ripped from faeries who slipped through fencing I built from splinters of guilt no room in my...
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Dispositive
Image from econintersect.com you sling my shoulders with your grapples climb the back of my legs with your barbed-wire toes coming higher and closer intent for the unguarded portals that lead to my...
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Shine
Crystal Facets PhotoFrom canstockphoto.com crystal facets of conscience are dulled by abrasive regret, harsh acid of guilt opaque film of ambivalence preserve its inveterate luster by walking with...
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Pangs
“Guilt”Painting by Carne GriffithsAt carnegriffiths.com astringent elixirs abrasive with punishing pulp wash the mortified flesh of the soul peccant and thirsting for mercy knowing its only source...
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We Cry for Our Own
the first time I sat on sloped grass in the dusk near the apex and cried full out spasms spontaneous reflex irrupting the middle of me ripping long dormant grief from my unwounded organs depleting flat...
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Prescription
Self Hatred IIDrawing by xiaoDFrom theocddiaries.com evil animates them gives them dangerous purpose homed in on soft targets parochial parasites cutting can’t kill them for demons don’t bleed they...
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Stigmata
“The Hand – Remorse”Painting by Salvador DaliFrom moma.org teardrops bleed from your hesitant palms sorrow lingers on all that you touch when you hold me I glisten unhappily marked by streaks of your...
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It’s Not Their Wings
European Eagle OwlPhoto by Martin EagerFrom runic.com why do birds have eyes for creatures no others can see what have they done to earn private feast biologically blessed exalted by mute evolution...
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Remembering to Never Forget
Holocaust Museum – Room of ShoesPhoto fromwashingtonvirtualtrip.wikispace.com one smoldering mind immolated a continent blackened the skies of the world evermore stained the skin of complicit humanity...
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Brutal Mercy
I laid down with you warm in my arms you as big as a colt still possessed of a steed’s mature grace unaware of the grief in my desperate embrace nose to nuzzling nose loyal lush-as-mink fur to my...
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Puma
Image by Lutz BackesFrom eyesurfing.blogspot.com enticed by my dream-scent a puma circles my bed its silent sylphan haunches shadowed by hunger ripple the moonscape the linen terrain of my succulent...
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Three Fingers, Three Rocks
“Me With My Conscience” Painting by Ratnashawar Sutradhwar From fineartamerica.com it squats on the floor at my feet staring up at me taunts me with heartbeats and whispers that force me to listen it...
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Hooky
“Freedom”Painting by Esam PashwaFrom artdiamondblog.com retirement feels good as adolesced guilt permanent hookyFiled under: POETRY, Senryu
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Night Visitors
“Great Horned Owl and Moon” Photo by Kenneth Fink From pixels.com the dead come to me touch my eyes with remembrance of raindrops and drought of profit and pain the horned owl calls on the moon to...
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Parapet
“Where Guilt Lives” by Brian Messina just enough wall to hide from the truth from attack by those deadly bullets of light life lived in a crouch painful posture a penance impressed by a fear of...
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Iniquity
“Gradually Falling Asleep in Apathy of Unconsciousness” by Paulo Sergio Zerbato stand in the rain brave the storm wash the guilt of indifference before it sets permanent stain take clean-handed hold of...
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But For
“Compassion” by Dale Wicks I see desperation privation all manner of suffering not self-inflicted external imposed by the vagaries tending existence of circumstance leaving me feeling conflicted both...
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Pangs
“Hidden Guilt” by John Terwilliger astringent elixirs abrasive with punishing pulp wash the mortified flesh of the soul peccant and thirsting for mercy knowing its only source sleeps in the...
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