Tag Archives: James Diaz

Let’s Go

Walk deep in the valley through this blood in the star and say there is god in this small act fumbling mannerisms behind murder scene tar pits your heart is sewn to the family-tree / apple fell far which breaks … Continue reading

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Poem for my Friend in the Time of Pandemics

These are my gifts, my offerings, little mismatched shoes highway slush hitting the tire the mile marker and gone is heavenly when there is a gone to go to see, these are my hands restless birds wingless gagglers mid travel … Continue reading

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A Poem Does What It Can

This will be the last, I tell myself last chop of the onion last tick of the clock how do buried things become blooms I wonder aloud, and then silently I know I know – they do not see their … Continue reading

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The Way You Move

all that i wanted had not a name i could throat like an apple in mud in winter i am moved to sad breaks in the sky, i pencil it in across my scar the one i tried so hard … Continue reading

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The Closing

“will we ever find our places in this fucked up world? Hold on to me and we’ll feel our way through this dark age.” – Talons’ at night the sound of the highway rattling the air crisp around us we’re … Continue reading

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I Have So Many Names I Can’t Remember Them All

i slipped the moon into your bed sheets waited for the light in you to bluster and the walls to contract into tiny points of weeping when in rome do as the angels in your head stacking tall pines out … Continue reading

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From Shadows to Star Lines

then there’s the ark i never had the wherewithal to build for you and the rain that almost took us under and the dark we lived in for so many years it was underneath our fingernails and knotted in our … Continue reading

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The Song You Sometimes Are

i want to start over, take dark cover i want the heavy breathing to stop i want night to fall and not descend big swooping net i don’t want to owe you I want to awe you open you, swim … Continue reading

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Fortune Cookie Crumbles

“All right is almost always where we eventually land, even if we fuck up entirely along the way.” – Cheryl Strayed In the dark of ourselves we made something beautiful It is this, starlight, you are what survival blooms into … Continue reading

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These Dark Roads Calling

“Let yourself be gutted. Let it open you. Start here.” – Cheryl Strayed we’re haunted always by this one thought; only trash fire made us every cell an implosion of nights we can’t outrun shit we can’t fix the way … Continue reading

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What Mattered Then Matters Now

“You have to pay your electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.” … Continue reading

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Things Only Broken People Can Know

“You will never have my permission to close yourself off to love and give up. Never. You must do everything you can to get what you want and need, to find ‘that type of love’. It’s there for you…Every last … Continue reading

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This Kind of Burning

“I don’t mind being in the middle of your story.” – Hugh Behm-Steinberg I swallowed silver spun the moon gorged on blue trails, your feet, my map stained like ash on winter, dug two-fisted for the root of you falcon … Continue reading

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Travel by Night

This happened to you too, one winter you were suddenly aware of this profound loss, fishing with quilted patterns at the edge of your mental forest it must be that we were all left orphaned and comparing invisible parents to … Continue reading

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The Form of Faith

Just when I thought love was a headcase I fell and it was dark you laughed I skinned my knee people do dumb things I’m human which means nothing you left me at a gas station I wish I took … Continue reading

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Tell Me, Please

The truth is, I am uneasy with (is), with proportion, how things map out in the night space that should be undefinable – isn’t, and when too much is bared, or not enough, there is no longer room for what … Continue reading

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The Errors of Living

It could have happened to anyone not really perfectly loved lives would have had better luck along that hazardous curve of back road but you are a different person in the rain collecting the shimmer of light off glass this … Continue reading

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