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I remember when
the two of us sat atop the large brown Cedar oak, staring out at a trail of cars crawling like Ants towards a violent sunset, heading...
Mar 30, 20211 min read


The Death of Socrates
For June I pictured you like you were made of stone, sturdy and steadfast against the storm, your finger pointing in the air, defiant...
Mar 22, 20211 min read


The Conductor
Within a land of trees, Beneath a foliage of leaves, There lived a frog, A tiny frog, The leader of a froggy symphony. His pattern was...
Mar 16, 20211 min read


The Candies
The night truly got away from us, didn’t it? The last thing that I remember is your insistence that we tried your Tasmanian delicacies,...
Mar 8, 20211 min read


The Dinner
The staff were lovely, especially the one with the pointed beard the shape of a fine paintbrush, who continually probed us about if,...
Mar 6, 20211 min read


The Laboratory
First and foremost, I would like to thank you for allowing us access into your lavish laboratory. There was a rustic, feral feeling to...
Mar 1, 20211 min read


The Hummingbird
Stays suspended silently against the tender petals like a ravenous schoolboy The cat stole his tongue As pretty as a flower it hovers...
Feb 28, 20211 min read


This is for the late nights
and the fireside reveries and the linguistic swing dances and the California fairie balls This is for those of you who shout even when...
Feb 23, 20211 min read


Mono No Aware
What is the thing about the cherry leaves That melt into the blinding white of snow, Which reminds me of fleeting love received; Where do...
Feb 20, 20211 min read


The Literary Painter
He was part reader and part painter, part literary lover and part post-impressionist, but most importantly, and above all else, he was a...
Feb 15, 20211 min read


Tell me about your Saturdays
and how you lost them playing tag with summer shadows in the lemonade and the ice cubes in the attics and the cupboards you hid in and in...
Feb 13, 20211 min read


Another Love Poem
I want to build something— which is new. All my life I’ve been lazy: Day dreamer instead of a day doer Space cadet instead of space...
Feb 8, 20211 min read


Poetry:Poverty
She tears the words apart into bite- sized chunks, strangles beats desecrates them into soup to feed her children of dreams through cold...
Feb 1, 20211 min read

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