Archive entry 21
The shards that slice your hands
Each pivotal moment, Each crucial scene, frozen in time, Buried deep beneath the protective membrane
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Poems about memory, afterimages, and what keeps returning.
If you are looking for poems about memory, these are the ones that live in afterimages: held moments, replayed scenes, and the kinds of remembering that refuse to stay still.
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Archive entry 23
Your warm breath
There's something you will do, Before the clock sweeps past nine, That will make time stand on its head,
Read the poem Your warm breath →Archive entry 35
That only you can feel
The absence of a guiding hand, The touch you missed— Forced you to feel every nuance
Read the poem That only you can feel →Archive entry 53
Out of any other
How does it look through The glass of the window blown by memory?
Read the poem Out of any other →Archive entry 90
Freeze-frames
Each of the freeze-frames of your worst moments dance in front of the mirror as it sparkles
Read the poem Freeze-frames →Archive entry 44
The times you were held
The times you were held in those rare, accidental pauses, in the early mornings before you
Read the poem The times you were held →Keep going from here
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