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Sophrosyne: A Shroud of Poetry

My book, Sophrosyne: A Shroud of Poetry, is now available for purchase on Amazon Kindle! I hope that you all enjoy it! Warm regards, Steph Ambroise

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Metamorphosis

When dawn breaks over the horizon of your body’s surface, let your soul succumb to music played by pleasured souls. Give cold away to age old warmths and for once take in and trust whispered promises and when midnight settles … Continue reading

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Written Approval

you can use my body as an Etch-a-Sketch and draw unto me your beliefs in black and white your marvelous frown of concentration moves me and I swear, I could drown in the crease of your brow and although this … Continue reading

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It’s 10 o’clock

Where are the poems in the dead of night, when the heart no longer stews desire for the mind to take a warm bath, when it’s no longer strong enough to force a cardiac creation of landscapes for the lonely … Continue reading

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earthquake

gas masks, metal rods cowered underneath the pressure of overabundant friction. my brother left old skin behind, in the rubble. the tremor of neurons, or hands, or lands is cause for alarm (which is a tremor of neurons), (which is … Continue reading

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If I called this Strength, would it respond?

i’m afraid i’ve grown weaker. spiritually. mentally. emotionally. verbally. so let me sit in this moment, as a bud, carved into myself, and be proud. i no longer shout to impress. i don’t smart to correct. i don’t praise to … Continue reading

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Tell your story, too(sday)

Originally posted on a4resilience.wordpress.com I was watching an episode of Jane the Virgin, where Jane and Rafael go to therapy to work out their differences for the sake of their son, Mateo. At one point, she said that the worst … Continue reading

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