Three poetry fragments written recently.

Let us go

Transformed, twin stones cupped in palms

Frozen island palm frond face

It is superfluous

A memory of fire

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Seldom do I earn the coverage:

Stars in Maine

No value

We are statues

Feelings blanketed by bitter truth

The cold is frozen thick

Stasis and drives

~

Eat and intercept

Bland

The excision

A reality