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 I am grateful for understanding In this life I’m trying to design… that every now and then it is perfectly acceptable to color... [read more] |
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We were lucky to be present when their love began. and yesterday as we attended the wedding of our friends Brian and Diane. It... [read more] |
 "Breaking the Fourth Wall" The waiter drops a tray— not by accident, but because the script needed a clatter. We all pretend surpris... [read more] |
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The dial turns backward, hours unspool into thinning threads— memory dissolves,yet the face still remains. [read more] |
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what floors remember The silence here is heavy, walls remember what I cannot forget. Every corner holds a shadow, every... [read more] |
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Reverse Orpheus The dial turns backward, hours unspool into thinning threads— memory dissolves, yet the face still remains.... [read more] |
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The forge is lit —its heat measured, its light indifferent. I pour... [read more] |
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Perfect — satire spills into the frame, a poem posing as its own post, metrics grinn... [read more] |
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The crowd’s applause thins like ash drifting, a name once bright now set aside in silence. Yet on the... [read more] |
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In the cellar, green‑glass vessels lean against one another, their shoulders dust‑padded, throats sealed tight. Some wait deca... [read more] |
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It waits in the drawer, a spiral of patience, metal glint tucked among the scatter of spoons. Lifted, it feels heavier than it... [read more] |
 There once was a gal named Tracy Who enjoyed listening to Count Basie She listened to him so often Friends feared her brain would soften She... [read more] |
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There was a young woman named Florence Engaged to a young man named Lawrence Hysterics were displayed When he requested the wedding de... [read more] |
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crying in the rain Ey, the cobbled street still slick with rain, boots clatter past the soot‑stained mill, a brass band echoes thro... [read more] |
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My supervisor in 2004, you wrote me up much about the vast dimension of the only accomplishment of mine you could acknowledge, as you... [read more] |