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mourning in winter

.
Take the path that is cleared, or
trampled snow?
I am not sure where either go
only
the general direction

stalks of bushes protruding through… 37 more words

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Sharing happiness . . .

 

Sharing happiness
seems like a wonderful thing,
why not share
what is overflowing?
But
notice
she who has caught
your bleakness and pain
proud in that place… 78 more words

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Threading the days

Who does this?
Who
drives just to drive just to
keep the car alive
is parsimonious in all things
personal
yet indulgent with others… 43 more words

Poetry

Becoming Nothing . . .

.
Maybe they didn’t mean
whatever it was they said
or didn’t say
that meant to you
you were nothing.

He left.
You ran after him, 109 more words

Poetry

There remains the possibility.

“You can’t stay in

and wish life to happen,
you can’t hope pain and
happenstance away,”

I said to myself today.

“No matter if your love and care… 53 more words

Poetry

Night.

some days
i am kept awake
long into night
as night becomes
the next morning

for
we will never see each other again,

this day and i, 65 more words

Poetry

Hope's rain.

Do the invariable items kept
in the refrigerator
mean anything,
or the several books on the nightstand,
or the way hair is parted
with one side tucked behind an ear so… 77 more words

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