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Familiar Sky

Caroline Dillon
Gone

Gone

When I’m good and gone, tell them I held gravity’s tether like a cup of wine. Considered it sacrament to see what I could find, say what I could mean, behold what beauty I could bear. Practiced the search one bead after the next: a full blooded prayer.   That I...

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Somewhere found

Somewhere found

everything is golden. Look out  and see how it ends in a blossom, sun dipped, curled at the edges, falling — landing without sound on shadows made  and forgotten. I leave too, only a pebble in my pocket.

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Late December 2020

Late December 2020

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun…I sit in the bathtub and turn on and off the faucet with my big toe. In our two bedroom apartment, the bathroom next to the front door has a tub bottom to...

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Late December 2019

Late December 2019

Everything that was broken has forgotten its brokenness. I live now in a sky-house, through every window the sun…I sit in the bathtub and turn on and off the faucet with my big toe. In our two bedroom apartment, the bathroom next to the front door has a tub bottom to...

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