Afterlife

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living matter

living matter

this we know:
we are living matter
matter that evolves
adapts, reproduces
we...

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BORED BY THE ARRIVALS

Enough Needs the R

Bored by the stainless blades slicing down this conversation
Deaths early arrivals pour by off the...

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Funeral

Funeral

I drive over the next rise in the road,
And yet I see another,

I look outside as the terrain...

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She Sleeps In Lavender

She Sleeps In Lavender

She Sleeps in Lavender
by D.C. O’Rourke

She sleeps in lavender and lace,
Beneath a...

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Altar Coal

Purge my sight with Altar coal!
Lifting burden ; my pleading goal!
Hiding sinews ; evermore...

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Black Bag

Black Bag

They took you away in a black bag with a zipper
It closed on my entire heart.
Every...

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Butterfly Reflections

Butterfly Reflections

Why did a butterfly lay it's beautiful wings on my hand?
It's widespread belief that Butterflies...

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Foreboding

Darkness

Created word how you deceive the mystic shades
which spin oceans depth into stride
bleached...

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So very late

Dawn before dawn

My mind wanders where sainted winds write
ancient prayers which fall as autumn comes
pain...

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Black sails on the mythos

Dead

Cautious light threads in morning’s exhaustion throwing vision on ranked moss upon cracked memory carved...

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The side of the road

The side of the road

The side of the road

Although a magical place with lush carpet grass and blossom overhang, the...

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Constellation of souls

Stars are the heavens

TO BE READ AT MY FUNERAL
02/04/2025
Constellation of souls....

Look up—what do you...

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Twenty years elapsed since...

Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004

Often these days
the following genuine sentiment
Matthew Scott Harris
doth wish to...

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Tombstone Candle

Tombstone Candle

The crisp chill of night, a graveyard gray

Where granite sleeps and shadows play...

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These Abstract Enemies of Mine

These Abstract Enemies of Mine

Death is a moving force
to all things that end.
For me, it was a heavy obstacle—
to...

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I saw you tomorrow

I saw you tomorrow

I saw you tomorrow
though my soul
screamed for you today

You left this dimension...