dinner is just another way to remember you |
Issue 5
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These days, the company I keep
are bluebell hauntings swaying in the breeze. the house is as empty as you left it It is my own fault that our hemlock glistens with periwinkle dawn. I mean to say, the bed on your side is cold The hour of the remembered returns and tears are not enough and I count the revolutions of our shared light. two creams and one sugar It dims gently in the evening, as easy as morning passing and returns, more gently than the last. |
GABRIEL MIRANDA is a poet, religious anthropologist, and wellness practitioner living in New York City. He spends his days contemplating the myths of the world while working towards his dream of writing his life in poetry. He can be found sharing his spiritual insights and writings on his Instagram @gabrieljonathanmiranda.
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