Writer. Demand Poet.
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one last glow-in-the-dark cling film
bat, still holding onto the
glass pane. Halloweens gone by neither
here nor there.
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â as past of Mindful Writing Challenge 2014.  If you care to participate, here’s the … Read the rest “Bat – #smallstone – Day 5”
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unvarnished and plain,
jagged edges at the end of my body.
Toenails
Unabashed sign
Of Winter.
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I’m writing “small stonesâ€Â as past of Mindful Writing Challenge 2014.  If you care to participate, here’s the link. Feel … Read the rest “Nails – #smallstone – Day 4”
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helleborus in a washed-out chinese-food tin;
her spiked hearts and freckled petals
turning towards the pane.
Yesterday
I marveled at your shades of pale viridescence.
Today
I wonder ‘how long before the blooms fall?’
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I keep hearing them say:
No Drama
No Drama
Yet, all our lives and all the world around is a series of dramas playing out.
Of characters passing across the thrust
Of hearts being broken and lives being twisted
Into
If I never make it to Austin and, somehow, the
Longhorns and the old moviehouses get neglected, then
Let me remind you this isn’t
About the city I always wanted to see or the
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