Hidden Here
There’s something about the pen and notepad where black meets white swirling creating contrast Light and Dark Life and Death Between the lines… That’s where the story lies waiting to be found
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River Man
What happens after this life of flesh and desires? Will we wonder heads bowed in reverence, shame, regret? Or float through the dingy ceiling to inspect the moon for cheese? Perhaps we’ll cling to a breeze and follow her wherever she twists and turns? When the night…
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Cliche
I had this dream, I don’t regret itYou and I, there I said it.Walking, talking of time gone byBut somehow not, the dream belie Afloat Something long silent awokeSlithering its way up, stomach to throatBetween, what’s broke, a little moreBut Knots for knots anchored Sunlight Barricade mine eyes to darknessAs vivid fragments wisp passTo catch…
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Letters to Thursday 