a sonnet

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

This love is not a cage. She holds her hand
aloft and all the universe, aglow,
unveils itself, a dormant rose from sand
begins to blossom, flawless. Oh, you know
I couldn’t trust my heart. It wore me down
with promises, so crass and bittersweet
I couldn’t trust my lips or tongue–and now
I echo back so…

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Jul 25

a poem

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“the only way out of the labyrinth of suffering
is to forgive.” — john green, looking for alaska

i/
i have crawled
on hands and knees
in the long darkness

shards of glass
embedded in concrete
make for pretty light

(when the light comes)

but leave a number
of jagged wounds…

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Jul 20

A Poem

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after Kristin Dwyer’s “Some Mistakes Were Made”

a year is not a long time,
it passes as a prayer;
when they deign to carry on
they come even faster, swear.

a year is not a long time
to heal the wounds we slit
into our calloused hides,
our skin can barely knit…

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The Wandering Poet

a poem

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for s.f.

Our everything will break. That’s how it goes
in circles ever on–but we rebuild
because it’s true that no one ever knows
when all the grief will shatter. We’ll be filled
with music sweeter than a waterfall
and hope that doesn’t wither from our touch.
Then we will cease to lose our every all
and…

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The Wandering Poet

a poem

Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash

I’d tell you how to pray, but life’s a prayer,
you choose the words you whisper to the dark,
and act as though a god is certain, there
to listen on–and not some faithless lark.

Though doubt is easier. The world is cruel.
Our absolution seems so far away.
This hope is…

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The Wandering Poet

a poem

Photo by laura adai on Unsplash

Come sing to me in sleep. I’d hold you close,
a counter to the misery that stirs
like shadows in a corner. So it goes,
the monster tries to pierce me with its burrs
but I am not so fragile. Not this time,
a gentle serendipity begins,
it fortifies a tired poet’s rhyme,
and brews a hopeful…

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The Wandering Poet

A poem

Photo by Jerry Zhang on Unsplash

On the Veneration of St. Valentine, 2022.

My love, I’ve lost the pretty little song
you used to sing so sweetly to the stars.
I carried it so far, brought it along
a piece of you that I could keep in jars,
unperishing, the years will melt away
the finer points of memory. I weep
for…

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Zach J. Payne

Zach J. Payne

(He/They) Ninja Writer. Thespian. Queer. Essayist, poet, novelist.