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 In our opera box, you slipped your shoes off as the overture began. Those semi-sheer socks---fragrant, soft, warm: you lifted yo... [read more] |
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". . . the days of September that rise in my dreams . . ." ---Constantine Cavafy, "December, 1903" (trans. by Keeley and Sherrard) So many... [read more] |
 "I didnt want to say this but you look like the type that would break my heart, and thats my thing, that's why I never let us get too far fr... [read more] |
 Give me a moment to live; The love dies casually.Why were you carrying the corpse of memories?Ozena? What do you smell? The dayburns, night... [read more] |
 like fog the shadows rise.. they shrink and fall but never die.. they laugh and cackle and damce with my mind.. from my eyes they hide but t... [read more] |
 Orchid Dust It slipped to the bricks, A flight From a window Open at Midnight, The orchid, given to Polish the feelings Rasped by a... [read more] |
 spores borne from cigarette smoke.. this thick little mist carrying pestilence like that scene from Alien: Covenant careful what you... [read more] |
 I do interpretive dance with words on a page some fools call it poetry and I graciously accept the praise indifferent to any r... [read more] |
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Avoid endless malaise spirits rising swiftly familiar opponents do arrive staring down we remain steadfast ... [read more] |
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In Christ, we hold to a sacred mystery which creates around us a within and without; within---the joy of the assured Salvation among the red... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life that have, for us, thus far accrued… and to begin each day with a word o... [read more] |
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Have you ever wondered about this? Have you ever stopped to think… oftentimes without even noticing…how many times a day…we bli... [read more] |
 When I'm at my worst Would you deny someone's advance When this new someone is at their best? Would you be proud to be mine when... [read more] |
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That day in early autumn, during fifth period English class (seventh grade) you slipped your shoes off: midnight blue socks not entire... [read more] |
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Shoeless and shirtless, clad in supple dress slacks, you ask me to name the color of your toenails' enamel, through semi-sheer gray socks. I... [read more] |