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To all the bad times that served not only to sharpen the eyesight, but also give us the resolve to do the things we need to do but are afraid to do.
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Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Severed Roots”
But the rainy season never came
and the drought never left.
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Weeds”
as I scraped back bare soil—
the earth I once remembered—
the remnants of what I started with.
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Pollen”
To be that puff that resides opposite,
away from you,
in the world.
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Crabapples”
You hear the buzzing
and see the yellow jackets
as they sting your feet
and suddenly,
you notice the present world,
and toss the bitter apple into the street drain,
bidding the uninvited guest to go away.
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Snowflakes”
My bleached hands
are full of snowflakes I cupped,
that bleed of chemicals they steep.
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Sun”
molten rock to your core,
depleting you,
thrusting you out of a drunken state,
awake
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Commuter’s Tears”
Oil rainbows evaporated in the rain,
leaving only the memory behind.
Excerpt: Weathered Fragments, Weathered Souls
From “Sleet”
Words ceased to leave mouths,
but fall
instead
with the sleet:
a state in between,
never committing
to one side
or the other
J.L. Smith 