(2015)
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A bouquet of peonies sits on the k… Pictures dot the wall, the table s… with the memory of that once perfe… The clock ticks rhythmically, somb… There I am, seated at the head of…
Anger was beef, and chickens were too, and I wasn’t hungry, at least not anymore. And a four-score speech
My kingdom is both Fruitful and barren, Wise and idiotic, Splendid and fatal. How’s yours?
A long time ago I wrote a poem for a girl whose beauty and grace was captivating, enthralling but who was also
In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share
You let them run free. guided, sure, but still free to make their mistakes and live li… You let them experience their pove… Let them earn success through dest…
An echoing melody breezed through… swinging from the tops of green fo… and melted the defenses of the mou… Everything seemed to disappear thi… I was in myself a different way.
Lurid music dripping about starts softly then crescendos into something
“You gotta let your poems sing, ma… the old poet said. His red ball cap perched atop his… like a lonely old moment of youth, covering a mind alive with creativ…
The quiet hum, perpetual ticking of the large grey soda fountain in the lobby is the only sound I hear now.
I’m hesitant, a little anxious and KINDA NERVOUS. I haven’t talked to anybody at all this week
I have been built up~ Brick by brick I am built up. In my mind a developing song, I want to sing to you all day long… I am healing from my woes,
Others in landscapes, perennial dr… caressed by conscious and turbulen… Oh that it may how I wish it were… sailing amidst my turbulent sea. An unconscious mast imposing above…
I view death as my friend. Sitting on my bed, playing a guitar for a weeping woman who has just lost a child. I view life as a mustard seed.
Why choose misery over the joy found when mugs on the table hide their secrets and pour out everything