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An Embrace
Long heldEstimatesSuggestOur star,In mainsequence,Will burnFor anotherFive billionYears.And at that time,A roilingEmber,Swollen fromFireswornDevouringOf elementsIt willEmbraceThe last traceOf us,The dust thatKnit the latticeOf our form,And welcomeUs home.
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Miracles
“Tom’s truck slowed and then stopped on the side of the road near where Marilyn and Henry stood.
“Fuck.” He said through gritted teeth as he raised a hand in greeting. Tom climbed out of his truck and waved back, then started across the field toward him. Henry busied himself during the brief walk Tom made across the field from the road. It would be too awkward standing there watching him get…
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Satellites
7:30pm and the sun had fully set. In that ocean of dark, and familiar landmarks of stars and planets, a satellite. I thought: This is machinery. This is in free fall above me. In the 80s when we would lay out and watch the night sky, my parents would point them out for me. Faint twirling embers. They were a rarity then. Scarce.
Within a few minutes, a brighter satellite emerged from the horizon,…
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#1!!!
Thanks to your readership, Disremembering is now #1 in the Poetry About Nature category on Amazon! Thank you so much for your continued support of my artistic endevours! It means the world to me!
You can still get a copy free through Friday 12/23 HERE
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Mastodon!
I’ve started a new account at Mastodon! Make sure to add me there if you have an account! If you don’t, I highly suggest making one. It’s an amazing environment for artists of all types and far better than Twitter. It offers the same microblogging experience without ads! The future is the fediverse!
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Sylacauga
Sylacauga is an anthology of poetry, speculative fiction, and horror based around the 1954 meteor event over Sylacauga, Alabama. You can now purchase a copy now on Amazon: a.co/d/aMlJXgV
Sylacauga features poetry by Leah McNaughton Lederman and Stefani Manard and short stories by David Brown, Christopher Charlton, Stan Konopka, Tracy Konopka, Shelly Van Allen and Myself. Cover art by Matt Soffe!
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Free Kindle Book!
From now until Friday 12/23, my poetry book Disremembering is free to download! Click HERE to get your copy now!
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Five six sixteen
Guy on the street corner wearing an army helmet. He nods at traffic. When I arrived 3 hours ago, he was there. He’s still there as I am leaving. He has long grey hair and a grey beard and he reminds me of my father, had he lived long enough to grey completely. He doesn’t rave, he isn’t angry. He simply nods at every car that passes him. It’s a 3 lane street at rush hour. He makes eye contact if…
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An Epitaph
Will the earth
With my bones
Swallowed
Find the marrow
Lacks?
Will the grey
Veined clay
Gather in the
Defects?
Will the stones
Laugh?
Carried in the water
In rivulets
With the weight of
Evaporated eons.
In red, roaring wastes,
Will the water wait?
Carving earth in
Mountain and canyon,
What will it make
Of the hollow things that
Once held this shape?
When scattered
Will I…
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Moss covered stone
Sun beckoned
The snow runs off,
Stays in shadow.
Petrichor and
Woodsmoke.
Its said to
Follow beauty,
But forgets.
Swift water flows,
Slows at the bend
In the middle frozen
Hand outstretched
Hard pack and
Hardpan
Veins of quartz
Veins of clay
Dust and ash
Pockmarked with
Grinding rock
Laden and vacant
A thousand years.
Shot rock
In granite
In agate
In…
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Arbor
Tree removal is a violent act, even when done by a skilled arborist. There’s something hardwired into me that knows we shouldn’t destroy something that provides for life on so many levels. When I was a child, I would cry and obsess over the sight. Imagining the tree in pain, and the animals being hewn down along with it.
I especially worried about the birds that’d made nests in the tree,…
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Relic
The stars are a fragile constant. Their permanence only an illusion. A trick performed by size and scale and time. Ghosts in the sky.
Our sun is in main sequence. Main sequence means our star is of average size and luminosity. A flickering candle, glimmering in a cathedral at midnight. It’ll take billions of years for it to decay to the point that, when swollen, it absorbs us.
Our minds aren’t…
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Disremembering
I have recently released a volume of collected poetry spanning 2014-2021. This visceral and revealing collection is available at the following links:
Digital and unsigned physical copies: Amazon
Signed physical copies: Etsy & Nihtgenga Press
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Ladies of Horror - November
Ladies of Horror – November
Jack’s Regretby Michelle Joy Gallagher
“Jack hadn’t slept since he drowned Elise. He hadn’t set out to hurt her. She’d just said so many things that wounded him in short order, leaving him no time to recover. The passion and fire in her that first drew his eye quickly left him burned. It left no working patience in him. They had been walking along the shore when she’d brought up Beatrice.…
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The Big Freeze
A part of me is perpetually afraid that whatever was within me that allowed me to write will one day go and not come back. An aberration that will finally and coldly be corrected.
The theory of the big freeze posits that our universe will end when entropy increases to a point of maximum value. Our inexplicably vast universe will become so large, gasses will be too thinly spread out to allow for…
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Café Macabre II
I received my copies of Café Macabre II today and they’re gorgeous! This is an anthology of short horror stories and art by women, curated by author and editor Leah McNaughton Lederman. It includes my short story “The River” which is about the terror of death and the horror we face in life. Beautifully illustrated by Keyla Valerio.
If you’d like to purchase a copy, please visit the following…
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Drawing and painting have been an incredible healing salve.
Skull with narcissus and mistletoe
Magnolia
“But, Michelle, aren’t you supposed to be a writer?”
I still am! Working behind the scenes. News on that front really soon!
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