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paper man

Hard was the shell of pale skin
which encased his brittle bones
tightly
like desert-dried plaster
on the gnarled branches
of a dying tree.

Poetry

London at 3 a.m.

the street is alive
whether that life has a point to it or not
whether that life is that that which gives back to the creator… 695 more words

Poetry

acanthus road

saw a man asleep
on a white couch
parked under a sign
that proclaimed the street
Acanthus Road
the name seemed lofty
dignified enough
to remove any shame… 17 more words

Poetry

Beach Games

Village between Pabkeng and Houay Xai, Laos, 2015

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