Entrances//Deaths ~ Deaths

In the April of Covid 19
Day 30

“And all your deeds and words, each truth, each lie, die in unjudging love.”
Dylan Thomas

Deaths

Words

I have sought to 

convey pass only as shadows,

Beloved, across your sleeping face

in patterns of fern, feather, constellations

of life’s common comorbidities, griefs, graves:

history of these last weeks penned in poetic obituaries

carved on tombstones while angels keep company

with princes of the underworld, salting tears.

The last thing I will say before death 

or dawn claims both our lives:

Mercy is an act of 

Love.

Skylover Wordlist: Deaths

Play It Again Toads: Bang, Whimper, Hiss

Entrances//Deaths ~ Burial Sight

In the April of Covid 19
Day 24

“Lie watching yellow until the golden weather breaks, O my heart's blood…”
Dylan Thomas

Burial Sight

Let me choose
the season of my passing
on this golden day
that I may line my narrow grave
with the fallen prayers
of the plane tree,
kiss to my lips ripened apricot
blessings of honeycomb.
Let yellow be the wings of Autumn skies.
I will go to ground with eyes open
so my heart forgets to grieve
the bitter tang of this
dying lemon sun.



Skylover Wordlist: Narrow
Play It Again Toads: Natural Wonders

Entrances//Deaths ~ Refusal

In the April of Covid 19
Day 7

“I may without fail suffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.”
Dylan Thomas

Refusal

Here is my refusal

to renounce these invisible chains dark material design,

these cosmic cuffs

delicately twisting my thin wrist bones many creeping 

tendrils reaching 

for the mark of full moon reflected in your night eyes.

I am possessed

of this second sight and charmed by my own delusions

that living is more

than breath at the mercy of the elements here below

but up is space

where my soul is linked to yours as tangibly as stars.

Skylover Wordlist: Refusal

Play It AgainToads: Bracelet

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Entrances//Deaths ~ Others

In the April of Covid 19
Day 6

“A stranger has come to share my room in the house not right in the head, a girl mad as birds”
Dylan Thomas

Others

Others may say I

have lost my sense of self along with all my feathers

plucking out poems

stuffing pillows with my night terrors and love songs.

They might point

out my inability to fuse fact and metaphoric pintails

but you know the vein

I have struck with sharpened quill digging deeper

than face value

you have lost that part of me that I have lost in you.

You know what others

do not: our unspoken stories fly truth to the sun.

Skylover Wordlist: Others

Play It Again Toads: Speaking in the Voice of Another

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Entrances//Deaths ~ Fern Time

In the April of Covid 19
Day 4

“Time held me green and dying though I sang in my chains like the sea”
Dylan Thomas

Fern

once I wore

my green dress in a springtime

you dreamed me in the greenery of the

long-forgotten garden where you kissed me

on the ankle after a long absence of days that fell

like pennies down the dark green well that syphons

the time we lost when not spent entwining together

indulging the grassy pathways of rambling pleasure

I wore the green of eyes on my skin and cared for

nothing but that day but today the greenness

spirals in on itself rewinding all the loves

we dreamed alive now tight coiled 

fronds of fern

Time

centripetal
the dreamtime curls back to
beginnings back to the greener grove
and the interspace dissolving kiss point of origin
dwindling fall like grains of sand but never to oblivion
counting days does not remove the mystery of their passing
when souls break through the construct of empirical choice
to shatter the hourglass of expectations upon naked breasts
skin soft as paper thinly bleeding the pain of partition
my lips will move tenderly upon your open mouth
to drink these poems from your mind
I write among the stars
untiming

In the April of Covid 19
Day 5

“For the country of death is the heart’s size and the star of the lost the shape of the eyes.”
Dylan Thomas


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Day 4

Skylover Wordlist: Fern

Play It Again Toads: Caution: Tender Buttons

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Day 5
Skylover Wordlist: Paper
Play It Again Toads: Space/Time

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Entrances//Deaths ~ Visions

In the April of Covid 19
Day 3

“And the shadowed head of pain casting tomorrow like a thorn”
Dylan Thomas

Visions

This is not entirely nightmare this surreal landscape

with all its soul subdivisions and silences

distance is all the steps it would

take to cross out the vision

of my world

without

all the degrees

east north west of my heart

worn thin as a needle of compass.

Should I hold you inside myself unharmed

or know how many deaths I must die before I die?

Skylover Wordlist: Vision

Play It Again Toads: Existentialism

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Entrances//Deaths ~ Strangers

In the April of Covid 19
Day 2

“I can hear the womb opening and the dark run over the ghost…”
Dylan Thomas

Strangers

I 

called

through deep

space and cast spells

of binding charged with light 

matter from the equators of orion

and the dark matter of all nothing that lies

between us the sliver only of moon and I wove

this net with fingers made fists until silence

engulfed me and the earth drank me in

drowning my tears with thirsty

roots beneath the empty

ceiling of heaven

recalling

you

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Skylover Wordlist: You

Play It Again Toads: Taking It To The Streets

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Entrances//Deaths ~ Fools

In the April of Covid 19
Day 1

“the turbulent new born burns me his name…”
Dylan Thomas

Fools

we

fools

come head

first into these

bodies and our minds

slice cracking the carapaces

of Hel and all the ice lit blue of its 

many entrances cave in upon themselves 

in the fresh chaotic void that is life 

agleam as the eyelids flicker

silent as mothwings

in the cherished 

moment that

awakens 

thus

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Skylover Wordlist: Entrances

Play It Again Toads: April is for Fools and Poets

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