The Wandering Poet

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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

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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

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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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The Wandering Poet

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after Krystal Sutherland’s Our Chemical Hearts

The universe absolves the grief we hold
as leaden anchors tightly to our chests.
In tiny currents, atoms, ever bold,
will grind the stones we’ve sown into our vests
and let us float away. Forgiveness comes
to lift the heavy judgment from our heads,
undeeming dooms we spoke with lips…

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The Wandering Poet

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after the novel by Erin Watt.

It feels like every star has found its light;
even the ones that died an age ago
become, for just an instant, perfect, bright;
and surely all the cosmos needs to know
I love you–for an hour or a year,
eternity, if all our charts stay true–
and I release…

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Zach J. Payne

Zach J. Payne

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