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by Mike Power

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  • The Sun and the Moon

    I caught the sun peering when it thought I wasn’t looking I’m not sure but I thought I saw the glimmer of a smile All suns explode, that’s natural, That’s how they end But every time it still comes as a shock Explosions of that kind knock everything off their course Gravity and entropy stop… Read more

  • Already over

    It feels like it’s already over, doesn’t it? I know it does to me. The sun still rises in the east, of course, but that’s all it does. It does not warm or illuminate. It does not sing a merry morning song. It badgers and blisters, then stays above the fray. I didn’t think the… Read more

  • Her Love

    Her love comes from a place of mystery natural, but not of this world She taps her foot in time to a song that only she can hear and cries sometimes at nothing Her love doesn’t live with other love Her love lives alone Sometimes she can see it high in the sky above even… Read more

  • Hope

    Beware of hope Hope – that thing that Emily covered with feathers – rises at the precise moment you determined that it doesn’t exist. It takes the form of mythical creatures you abandoned to fantasy at some point in late childhood. It whispers in a voice that is just beneath the threshold of human hearing.… Read more

  • Pity

    The longer I live, the less anger I feel toward people who do bad or crazy things and the more I feel sorry for them. I feel sorry for the ignorant, the angry, and the apathetic. For the violent and their victims. I feel sorry for everybody. Every copy. Every BLM activist. Every racist. Every… Read more

  • Look up

    Look up There is nothing worth seeing down here You have seen it all before and each time you see it the dullness gets deeper until it engulfs every bright spark Look up Where all remaining lights still shine Where the air is clean and clear and fresh Where dreams rise up like wondrous balloons… Read more