2013

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The briny creek flows not this winter day, for turned to ice has the stream. Marsh grass lethargic Droops to the mirror on which the sun...

Glistening silver like diamonds and blades, the wind hurls itself Through one ear toward the other Like a train on a straightaway. It...

In all of life's pain and strife, Amidst the strains of human struggle, I look out to the frozen world, to the Banks of snow and the...

a rosebud: innocent and pure leaning and yearning toward the burning sun’s hellish passion a honeybee: dark fur and dark eyes, looking...

Glorious God, are you in the sky or in the mind? Do you rest far above beyond the cloud Invisible to us humans down here? Or are you...

Heartache is not pulsating passion it’s a dull heavy-lidded child who can’t entertain herself who can’t focus on her homework who...

Tears, Tears beautiful Tears, the sweet dissonance of a chord pulls them from my cheek down to my lap i’m sad but i’m warm. Outside the...

I am one concise entity tucked warm and tight into myself golden and still. In every direction for ever in space space expanding wide...

a week of despondency and of passion present in all fullness then gone slippery silver and glowing, pulsating red throbbing sadness of...

Summer blues Lourde journées Clouds are hanging suspended The air is thick and quiet. Where is everybody? Why am I here alone? Is...