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    on the morrow

    mellowing out I ease into the eveningholding tight to my soulwith blessings to my readersrelax exhale, breath inhalefeel the rhythm of the nightsurrender to its emotionkind is midnightthe world becomes silent for a momentholding its breaththen moves forward towards...

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    Lilith, On Cardinal Lane

      The road I grew up on had a house that rarely got sunlight. A mossy little place swallowed in the shadowof a tree so enormousthat it seemed to shield that homefrom the outside world.The other kids called it a witch...

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    • First of all, thank you for the mention on this incredible piece. You don’t know how close to a moment in my life you danced with this one. I have a poem Darkness Doesn’t Fade, to be shared at some point later, that you might find interesting. There’s so much beauty in this piece you’ve shared. So much depth. And a clear, simply profound way of telling the story. Also, I have a little white fiber optic tree with a cardinal on it for every loved one I’ve lost over the years, human and furry both. It stays up all year. So much I love about this!

  • Can’t take that away from me
    My peace of insanity
    I need that very badly
    I don’t want to be left
    hungry without food
    Because I need to eat also
    And I live without food
    I would starve
    I don’t want to starve
    So please feed me
    I also need a drink with
    My food
    Yes I am quiet capable of
    Looking after myself
    Everyday I look after my…Read More

  • About a man named Paulo, whom I know!

    The city awakens with a light that shouldn't exist.It's not dawn, it's not a reflection,it's a green-orange radiance that trickles down the facadesas if someone had opened a fissure in the sky. Paul walks down the streetwith the feeling that...

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    Lost as a Dead Carp

      I met her on the Iowa Riverwhen the water was movingand neither of us knewwhere we were going.Lost as a dead carp. We didn't have much in common.She liked to drink.I liked to drink.She liked sex.So did I.That was enoughfor...

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    • Just because we leave the river, doesn’t mean we stop moving. Just a different rhythm and more deliberate movements. You kinda tend to go with the river’s rhythm until you step out. Strong piece here

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