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Quarter Past

Open the windows and let the scarce summer wind conjure figments and fragments distant memories. Remember how we were told to stay indoors from March until May only to let […]
Quarter Past

Northward

I am filled with your song, your intense serenade the happiness in your eyes grips me, seduces me, the sadness that you bring beckons me, calls my name, commands me, […]
Northward

Two Worlds Apart

The dawn breaks again, tears two worlds apart— day from night, light from dark,  lip from lip, reality from reality, you from me.  There’s thunder in your arms, lightning in […]
Two Worlds Apart

In Passing

To write a poem I don’t just sit back I sleep. I throw my pen and paper like I would flung about the covers and sheets and let the dreaming […]
In Passing

Ode to Paper

Once more, I write on paper once more, I acquaint myself with an object so familiar  with my eyes, nose, lips, fingertips and ears once more, I write on paper.  […]
Ode to Paper