I won’t be ruled by clichésnor metaphors of old.The past is what plays.I will not be sold. No matter the past.Call it what you want.“The…
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The space betweencan never be heardcan never be seenbut felt. Gravity is heavybut not when asleep.Balance readiesto take that leap. Then off one spinswithout feathers…
Comments closedSo much is unclear.The winter snow?No, I’m OK with that.Snow in the Winter?Will it fit?Why sure. It might even drift into late fall and early…
Comments closedHe knelt on me to the end.In fear I won’t pretend.He knew me on the slythat if I got up he might diewhen I was…
Comments closedWas isn’t any more.Won’t know what really is.Historians keep the scorewith a clock without advancing numbers.A stream only adds to the ocean.Outside that has got…
Comments closedI have reached an age where everything seems agedfrom spotted hands to the variety of toe nail.I guess in a lifetime all turns odd and…
Comments closedI want to be with you with all your faults.Your jealous ways. Not wanting me to yell at the kids.Then you turning around and letting…
Comments closedSince this is it make him pay.Sit him in a swivel that spinstill he sees so many facesand has to feed one.Then march him to…
Comments closedOh tiny one how large you are.You contain in one cubic inch of watergreater numbers than all the stars.Still who can believe in the hereafter?Is…
Comments closedSo much is out there.How do you proposeto be seen?Turn into a flying fishuntil you are one. Or go to the freezer and fry up…
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