short story
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Eye to Eye
This gift of this present. How many blinks and breaths? Just once, let time move slow, but the seconds tick, my heartbeats skip. The moment drifts, with urgent passion in its passing and beauty in its flow. Now, this drifting passing now, where words just aren’t enough. Music gets close, poetry does its best. Only Continue reading
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Story Untold
I need vodka poured into my mouth from atop a balcony! Continue reading
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Little Mysteries
I watch leaves blow in the wind. The way they wave down at me. The physics and the science of it all that makes them move and shift ever just so. Continue reading
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I Need to Destroy Everything in My Life Before it Gets Broken
Leave, but don’t go I hate you because I love you Never talk to me again Why won’t you ever call? Leave, please don’t go I hate you because I had you I don’t want you anymore Why would you leave me? Leave, take me with you I hate you because you left me I Continue reading
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Lures Me Like a River’s Bend
I have to follow that river, Bend after bend. As far up I can go, To all its springs and its side quests, Her trickling little toad kingdoms, Her moss covered stones. I have to check for life under every rock, Kick up every pebble, Turn over every leaf. See her in bloom, And see Continue reading
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San Francisco Skyline
Tumble weed blown west,Like a beeswing in the wind.Thinking of the loss of my other lives with each mile,All the what ifs and maybes I left behind me.Mourning my youth with every passing day.This new frightening budding malaise that besieges me.Closing chapters, burning bridges,Dropping the curtain, for better or worse.Watching sunsets turn to black.Now, staring Continue reading
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Milkweed
A safe home for the Monarch caterpillars Before they grow their orange and black wings And fly thousands of miles away Continue reading
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Different Handwriting
We go for walks when it rains and run when it storms. We still stay up all night by accident, and watch the sunrise together. Continue reading
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Flotsam
Am I just this fleeting speck of flotsam? Continue reading
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Missed Connection
You are the real hopeless romantics, With emphasis on the hopelessness, Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 