A Bedtime Treasure
An unnoticedaccumulation of dead tree slices that lie among numerous other compilations inan antique, redwood bookshelf Chimerical imagination of a grown childcaptured in the crisp, fossil-like golden pages Protecting the child'sfantasy, a formerly deep crimson red cover, is now a ...
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A Dream
Inthe fall of the day, and the start of night, with the wind in his hands andthe stars in his pocket he walked down the road toward a single light andkept walking, always facing it, ...
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Childhood
She takes the shape of the Invinciblesnowflake who Dances as the wind blows. She sees it fit to beckon mewith Her everlasting whispers. ...
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Coming Home on a Wintry Evening
Hangdown ... pock-marked cement Searching for bright copper pennies ... Face up... unsullied air and crimson sun They tell me to look down again To noticethe pits, the stumbling blocks ... ...
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eboshi
[for bjf, as always] well, bethany j ihear you've lost your red balloon i heard shotgun prayers ...
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for another day
shiver in the morning a hopefor scripted day to blur which usually comes true back to home ...
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Hypocrites
I look around thehouse seeing crucifixes plaques filled with Bibleverses "footprints in the sand" hangs over the computer andcrosses over their hearts ...
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Listener
He learned early not to listen all toooften, and he chose carefully what to listen to ... and which birds to recognize... and which people were worth recognizing ... and he found himself oftenlistening only to birds, And he learned to separate their songs .. ...
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Plummet
Girl layin her field of sun and daisies picking softly from the sky clouds shehad molded in the back ...
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Reborn Soul
Mouth to mouth, you blew life into the chest of the zombified young man whorevived, air passages newly unsealed, newly recovered from a shatteredheart ...
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The House
The paintis thick on the walls, but the floorboards are showing, careful - youmight fall through, the windows are wet with fog, and the shades arewearing low, ...
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The Power of Snow
It'sthat time of year again, The morning's glory is frosted, A howling galeshakes buildings, ...
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This Is Where I Live
thisis where I live with scented smells of mom's Chinese cooking pungent sweetPeking sauces sauntering in the air steam of the rice seeping in mynostrils sizzling cracking to life simmering on the skillet ...
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Untitled
Youlook at me, Your every movement Saying "you don't know me" When I am the only one who does. ...
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