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It's my belief that language and literature light the flames that keep the human spirit alive. I hope that in some small way my poetry and prose do the same for you.
Lines in parallel
verge to perspective
vanishing into a midpoint,
they blind left from right.
Lines run in strides
separating friend from foe,
like walls of thunderstorms
ripping through a summer sky.
Lines are necessary
to keep us in our places,
like in a coloring book’s sketches
one hue not to invade the other.
Lines measure distances unimaginable to the human mind.
Lines divide us from truth in this undrawn space and time.
Pear shaped, I’m an avocado in water. Bottom heavy, I turn sideways with a gentle push. Time and emptiness have left me wrinkled, like a...
The sun sets Sugar sweet, Muffled breezes bring Vaporous resonances. Mists drift In waves of cool, While the night Unspools. Morpheus...
…with apologies to Camilo Jose Cela This building sits four stories high, across a river unfathomable, across waters far and wide....
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