Poetry by C. Alexander

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​Simon and Garfunkel Stole This Title Before I Was Born (The Sound of Silence)

Tiny goldbrown fans circle
slowly to the ground. “i was immature,
I didn’t know what it really
meant.” She says as she
grinds a pine-cone passively,
eyes up, not seeing anything. I want
to reply, but there’s nothing left
to say. So we sit in silence, and
try to feel the change in season. The moment
where warmth can officially be called
cool. We sit for 30 minute-hours, and find
that sometimes binaries
can’t define, or save
anything.




​Driving in Tunnels

             Pass over double white lines in darkness.
             Like climbing without rope supports.
             Laying Face Up in A Door Frame
             Like transmogrified car crash cumulus clouds
             The safety of riding the fence.
             The threshold between who I am, who I want to be, and who I inevitably will become
             Slipping through portals, like driving through brick walls

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Bio: C. Alexander is a recent MFA graduate from Lindenwood University. He resides in Providence, RI, and has been previously published in The Eunoia Review. He hopes the use of the first initial doesn't come off as pretentious; there is already a famous Caleb Alexander. Instagram: @calexanderpoetry, website: https://calexanderpoetry.wordpress.com/

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