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You will feel my presence again one dayin some timeless, placeless placeMaybe walking your dog through neighboring fieldswith the morning sun warming your face, its rays painting copper in your tresses,released in the whispering breezeAt first just a trace, then … Continue reading →

#25wtT, a series (each stanza, 25 words) This night,we parliament of owls,perched in boughs;ones who find comfortwithin the forest of thosewho love us,nest, thorn and rose. Each morning I look for You in the eastas the forest looks toward the … Continue reading →

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Today’s dusk cooled down biglyafter last night’s torrential rains and wind. I imaginethat she drives by as I’m sitting on the hood of my car,imagining the Amazon,listening to the trill of a Musician Wren. In a quantum instant connectionevery line … Continue reading →

In repose by firelightjuniper needles crushed, scentedunder sublime weightof autumn. Tressessoftening across her shoulders.Now spring,these extinguished coalsbarely smolder. One tent peg remains, a soldierplunged in thawing groundLast carnival truck tail lights leaving towndisappear behind a column of sadness.Vanishing with a … Continue reading →

I promised…I know… but only the sunrises for certain each day.If I stay away too long,will her smile wander from my memory? What about the Seine in autumn,a place I’ve never seen?Whoever we are, I think, is definedby the places … Continue reading →

I’ve sailed over the waters of melancholy eyes,My fishing lines dragging off the stern.My heart has a hole in its pocket I am toldAnd it’s empty as a vacant urn – So spare the heart of this landless MarinerWith still … Continue reading →

I strolled into a comedy, a romance,A midnight mind fog, in a twilight trance.I thought I heard a sad ending unfold in my opening line. And then a sunburst over the horizon.And the frons turned their faces. I muttered an … Continue reading →

Oh, friendsI was quick, too quick,to return to the grind of occupational habit so that here in the mainland of shitevery smile I see curl,every cold beverage that’s raised,is a reminder that for a time,amidst the troughs of this grind,we … Continue reading →

Grazed by the sun’s last glance at dusk.A red wine droplet on the table clothspreads quietly,a small scar left by the thorn reminds me…even when the vase is empty,there is still a rose in the garden. It is anguishing to … Continue reading →