Author Archives: Robyn

About Robyn

"If you haven't known insanity, you haven't lived."

Irrelevant Rainbow

let me seperate the furs of your words and somehow mingle with the froth left in your cup. let me cultivate courage in shoe strings we find mangled on the side of the road. i can tell youve been walking … Continue reading

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For Z: How I Remember You

If he ever told you about the sky and how it’s been lined in vertical lyrics, You’d storm.  You’d pace his iris, circling and searching for a corner to find comfort. You’d shift in your seat. You’d watch his lips … Continue reading

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We take the time

and breathe. For a moment, we were braided, weaved into a forecast weight, into a dynamic fringe where lips chap and crack by the whim of a smile– of our smile.   We are reminded of the consequences.   The … Continue reading

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In our mist.

sheets swept the floor. it never seemed to bother me then. the dew collected between our skin but now the air has thinned.   this mist is a chore.   my presence is stale. fatigued.   the man i new for a blink … Continue reading

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To be a flower

I’m breathless now in the way mist settles. I’m blinded now in the way ultra violet light laughs. And my vision is foggy but some things seem more clear like a petal has just opened back into herself to find … Continue reading

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fading

i can’t find comfort in stretched canvas the way i use to. i see how you catch pigments between a watering colour— i spill. it’s the only way we know beauty, yet we’re dying. “we’re dying,” i said. i said. … Continue reading

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the phantoms grasp

when i gaze long enough into these melting sidewalks i can see myself as i was before; before i knew anesthesia, before i knew platforms, before i knew the ocean and where looks could take me. i was mislead and … Continue reading

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Mist of Azure

there, you begin. between a foreign utterance, you compel. “your blue is just bleu,” and nothing else. notice the namesake; yet she is as metallic as they come. as she comes to you by smoke with the lush of her … Continue reading

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those confessions

those stories from before… they synch us at our ankles so we lean to left as though leaving would tie the knot out of our stomachs. then we remind ourselves of our stories thereafter… we both despise the thought of … Continue reading

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evaporate the need

if the heat fell with june then, calf to thigh, you’d pleat into me. and breeze over. me, bare enough to remain wet. you could’ve rinsed the suds from under me.. instead i’d smile, cross, with crossed knees. i’d sip … Continue reading

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