Yellow, Lost
The forgotten poem, existing in title only: Yellow.
Which is a bruise at three weeks, or memory’s shade in autumn.
In what black folder does it hide? In which blinding light?
I take comfort in primaries, lose sleep at the edges.
Where fraying begins and annotation dwindles to scrawled lines.
Above the bones and flesh of the Egyptian gods. Above my books.
Within these lost minutes. Those moons, bereaved. The hours.
Desire germinates even after our rainless decades. Yellow, again.
The color of sulfur (the devil’s realm) or the traitor’s door.
Of cowardice and warning. Of aging and decay.
How to recover what’s sifted away, the residue of our loves?
Each day more bits break off, never to be reattached.
But you, I blend with the sky, perfecting trees, the grass.
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“Yellow, Lost” was published in wildness, Issue no. 10, in October 2017. wildness is an imprint of Platypus Press, which published my work Interval’s Night, a mini-digital chapbook, in December 2016 in their 2412 series. If you’re not familiar with wildness, check it out. In fall 2016 Poets & Writers named it in their article Nine New Lit Mags You Need to Read.
O at the Edges 
Brilliant! 💐
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Thank you, Arbie!
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Even better with voice!
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Thank you!
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Great. Sharp as mustard.
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Thank you, Simon!
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Wow. This. Is wonderful.
I was trying to figure out how to send you a private message. I am a film student in Australia, looking to make short poetic films based on the idea of “finding reasons to live, finding beauty in the everyday banal existence” – if you would be interested in some of your work being made into cinematic shorts, let me know & I will send you more details about the concept. Enisa@internode.on.net
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Thank you! I am indeed interested, and will email you shortly.
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