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Any day

I don’t wanna say I’m feeling some type of way

I don’t wanna pressure you, press you down, I wanna say

I just feel fortunate to interact with you

Any day

Stream Of Consciousness

Electronic Cursive

I’m finding that getting unreal in the real world turns cyber notes into another form of cursiveness albeit an illusion one. As an artist I have a tendency to doodle. 200 more words

Handwritten

Four Lines

of what does this group of artists
speak under these fluorescent lights
gathered round those six white plastic
tables while wielding their tools

oh Dublin trips and stocking slips… 20 more words

Poetry

Four Lines

November is a homeless month
weather neither fall nor winter
endlessly it wanders bitter
cloaked in grey

Poetry

Four Lines

it’s November and an hour past
sunrise but clouds roost overhead
grey impenetrable soft-edged
reluctant I switch on my lamps

Poetry

Four Lines

I strain my ears for the quiet
sounds that travel light on the fall
wind like the cheep of a roosting
bird half-muffled by falling leaves

Poetry

Four Lines

the wind shook the trees by their leaves
till the woods echoed with the roar—
a dry, cry of friction so low
it vibrated through my heels

Poetry