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 Tattling seahorse trips it's curled hoof over little cresting dunes deep beside my head and the twisted noses of coral wreaths, peekin... [read more] |
 In memoriam, to the one biological dad, on his birthday"bookends of his frame"He drew his first breath in the shadow of iron—June of... [read more] |
 His name was Alan Greenspan Believe this if you can I couldn't, I admit When I read his obit It said that he was a chair,... [read more] |
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“Ridge-line Riders” Dawn spills across red plains, colour torn from sleepWe mount on heavy boots, the saddle’s silent p... [read more] |
 Grief is eternal. There is no end to grief. Not while we are living Does the loss begin to ease. Grief is a constant heartbeat That c... [read more] |
 Let this war at last come to an end Everyone join as one and work it all out The good of the whole world is at stake This must be the... [read more] |
 Amidst a room full of my peers, I sit, seemingly lost in a reverie of reminiscence, vi... [read more] |
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These clouds hanging aloft seem to break, the sun rays offering illumination within the corridors, ... [read more] |
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You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you? These neutral-colored walls illuminated by harsh halogen flames, da... [read more] |
 I'm almost 50 see, the prospect of being single for life scares me AND I feel is becoming more real.... [read more] |
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One-Size Fits All "One-Size Fits All" The invoice promised a universal match, but it balances stilted on the skull... [read more] |
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I have a cousin named Ken Who says 'I miss the old days when You could call women 'chicks' Today, you'd get in a fix Wish those days could r... [read more] |
 Verse 1 Father's Day came rollin' in, Just like it does each year, I looked at that old picture frame, And wished that you were here. ... [read more] |
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"when said aloud" I meant to speak plainly. To let the thought go unbuttoned, leaned against a kitchen chair, tal... [read more] |
 Often in the hush where mortal voices fail, And Time in solemn hush begins to drift, There dwells a grace too subtle to unveil, A space wher... [read more] |