Spring 2026

the fat poet

Poems for the hour you would not admit to anyone: the kitchen at midnight, the bus on the long way home, the body you are slowly learning to call abundance.

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Latest poem The Proceedings Later he spoke truthfully about grief, and the walls themselves seemed embarrassed for him. Someone coughed.

All poems Musings 37 30 Days of You 29 Resurgence 19 30 Days of Me 14 Awakening 10 Celestial Whispers 7 Princess 6 No Goddess 5 On Your Shore 2

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30 Days of Me

The Proceedings

Later he spoke truthfully about grief, and the walls themselves seemed embarrassed for him. Someone coughed. Someone closed a ledger. No one looked him

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Where We Meet

We met where edges soften and names fall away. No yours, no mine only the quiet between that keeps widening. A small gesture becomes

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30 Days of You

Laughter Between Us

I have known silence with many. Heavy silence. The kind that asks to be survived. But with you even silence smiled. And I think

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30 Days of You

Summons

Sometimes I think we have met already in another arrangement of sorrow, where the stars made no accusations and time did not feed on

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30 Days of Me

The Cabin

Days passed without measure. I stopped counting them. The noise in my head did not leave at once. It fought. It circled back. It

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30 Days of You

Late

I only stand here now, in this small crossing of lives, aware that I am late, but not lost. Because something in me recognized

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A letter from the poet

A place for what refuses not to be said.

I write for the private hour, when the day has finished performing and the truth is finally allowed to sit down. This little magazine is for poems that arrive with mud on their shoes, small jokes in their pockets, and the nerve to stay.

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