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Spring Lament

My jasmine-scented backyard draws me to sit and rest like nothing else can.

It is evening – when the aromas are most powerful, and I am sitting in the gathering gloaming. 206 more words


Spinning in Real World Blues

So a self says to a self-mate
far from the tone of an order
that simply crossing a border
might do the writer-body good.
What is dressed as a wall of steel… 47 more words


all stays bottled all the time

Hour to hour and day after day
on the lip of explosion I teeter.

From this perspective easterners contend
is a subjective center, it is safe… 65 more words



Though I’ve written about Bempton Cliffs today the reality of my day was slightly less open air. With a couple of short bursts of visiting the front room of the shop I sat in a windowless room typing all day. 409 more words


Lamentation #58

I hope one day,

We find each other again

And laugh over

Whatever pain

We might have caused.

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A weariness has smothered all,
The springtime wonder and the life
I’ve come to love, yet tragic fall
Has made, as hungry slice of knife… 87 more words