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Quills – a poem (in process)
The day we discovered prickly grass next to the three pine trees, we walked back and forth across it for hours quacking that the soft grass was much better. But we laughed at the surprise of stiff bro… more →
Full Sun Garden
Quills - a poem (in process)
wrote 1 year ago: The day we discovered prickly grass next to the three pine trees, we walked back and forth across it … more →
Jackhammer - a poem (in process)
wrote 1 year ago: He thinks the asphalt boils a hard and fragmenting birth like skin bursting under machine-gun fire. … more →
Dying for Another II - a poem
wrote 2 years ago: (This is an example of how changing just two little letters has the power to alter the entire sense … more →
The Fox and the Crow Revisited (Sadomasochism in New York City) - a song
wrote 2 years ago: His stock is up, your stock is down down in the Bowery, prowling around for some masochist who … more →
Marilyn - a song
wrote 2 years ago: The sidewalk’s happy to kiss your feet. Barstools are fighting to be your seat. There’s … more →
Dying for Another - a poem
wrote 3 years ago: She hides behind a pillar away from prying eyes “Why are eyes always prying?” she laughs … more →
Whiskey Down - a song
wrote 3 years ago: The rain keeps pouring down, pouring down, pouring down, just like whiskey down, whiskey down, on th … more →
Trinity #5 - a poem
wrote 3 years ago: snow mutes a crescent angels carve the ni … more →
Trinity #4 - a poem
wrote 3 years ago: wind wags a branch wings reach into the … more →
Breathe, Become – a poem
wrote 3 years ago: remembering, I am gold and green folding fields long subtle silver hills round … more →
Trinity #3 - a poem
wrote 3 years ago: wave offers a limb sacrifice … more →
Trinity #2 - a poem
wrote 3 years ago: time fades a prayer resurrection … more →
Trinity #1 - a poem
wrote 3 years ago: man touches a moth thief guide … more →
Winter Will Be – a poem
wrote 4 years ago: Silent like Charlie Chaplin; a dune mouse dance in and out of tar- stained bulkheads. … more →
Where the High Dunes Dip - a poem
wrote 4 years ago: Where the high dunes dip hidden waves crest and foam sheets drift and pea … more →
