thoughts. words. action.

(mostly) short poems & essays

Sunflowers (vii)

I'm still not done with sunflowers as their dried and heavy heads find new ways to captivate me. At night my dreams are filled with fields upon fields of desiccated stalks baking ... CONTINUED

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a cold open

beneath sultry moonlight she'd dance, her bare feet floating across a bare cement ... CONTINUED

in reverse

observed in reverse, the epitome of loneliness ~ her bare breasts pressed up ... CONTINUED

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my manifesto

I prefer poems that are short and sharp, which flame and spark. Poems that dare to paint VIVID pictures or scenes for your mind’s eye. Unforgettable poems that have something to say, some reason for being. Poems which beat with a passionate, pure heart. Poems that reach for something beyond the mere sounds of words on a printed page (or computer screen). Welcome to my dream…

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