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I am not fragile
But I am vulnerable
Loving makes me so.

Fear is a foe
That only those who truly love
Will ever really know.
 Nov 2014 Patrick N
Sarah Spang
Harbinger of light, I curled away
From chaste, un-daunting rays.
And cursed the sphere high in the sky
For showcasing my pain

You brought me terms and phrases
That withered on deaf ears
I longed to wrench them from my head
When ballads provoked tears

Your touch? It singed like acid
I yearned to shed this skin
Discard this haggard carapace;
Exhume the girl within.

Your gaze took me to pieces
And plucked a shattered shard
To hold before my wretched face;
Remind me what we are.



I’m stained with shadows where you’re light
And loud where you are soft.
I’m rough, disheveled and clumsy
My company’s high in cost.

I twist and draw away from you
I flee and weep and hide
Everything that makes you up,
Is who I am inside.
 Nov 2014 Patrick N
Deana Luna
lay out my bones for the ready

to be slowly devoured

piece

by

piece

foaming at the mouth, saliva

dripping

onto maroon carpets


how do i keep from being forgotten
 Nov 2014 Patrick N
r
i still straddle the fence on this
immigration reform manifesto

i see both sides of the story

it's good to have the grandfather clause
for the immigrants in my bloodstream

- the scrappy scots-irish-ingles-welsh
in me - but too late for the cherokee

behind the old fences of history.

r ~ 11/9/14
 Nov 2014 Patrick N
r
her salt mine
 Nov 2014 Patrick N
r
she said she fell
for the drunk me -

well, i liked me
that way-better, too

how very sad
- but true

i'd drink again
if i knew i could -
if it would do any good

- to lick her sweat
one drop at a time
all along the jawline

- making her salt mine
one more time.

r ~ 11/15/15
 Nov 2014 Patrick N
LA Brown
"You read,

like a book.",

he said.

"But wherever

shall I start?"

"In the middle",

I said.

"All good books

should be read in

the middle first."

"Where is the middle?",

he asked.

"Now.",

"Our story starts now."
 Nov 2014 Patrick N
W D Haven
Before the storm
I had no reason
to stay in

Now I yearn
to go out
and be soaked
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