these feet once filled with rage prowled familiar streets and lanes in my dreams, in my ... CONTINUED
all a twitter
anger in any form is anger, naked and pure. righteous indignation is never righteous. indignation ... CONTINUED
still shivered
there’s never one reason for leaving (though mistaken heads nod in approval at fables offered ... CONTINUED
mirage
beneath a field of wine speckled with fire the air cool and dry, weightless — i swim in a sea of ... CONTINUED
dreaming in yellow
when passion runs deep what bubbles to the surface? behind each facade a face like any other in ... CONTINUED
my epitaph #2
no plot of land or headstone for me. just toss my ashes into ocean waves and watch them sink or ... CONTINUED
clear the decks
washed away like a downpour this dried and dusty self so long ago outgrown like an unread book on ... CONTINUED
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