Tag Archives: exile


candy corn

though you are not of my world

nor i yours—

i suspect our customs are not so different

under the skin

i suspect you know a little about being

candycorn painful

i guess you know a little about being

a two-bit King.

~Melanie Blackwell


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Wintering this body.

I wear my seperateness

like a shield from fantasy

and the fear of cold.

I know by now

one santa claus

who comes with a strange,

black gift for each of us.

I know love is real

but a fugitive from law.

That freedom’s breath is raw

and the world we think round

is shapeless after all.

~ Melanie Blackwell


Filed under Poetry