Category: Prose
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The End; The Beginning
To the end; To the beginning In the darknessI hear the windI hear the chimesI see a sliver of light Everything is quiet when I step outsideAnd everything is stillBut I hear it; the hornI see it: the smokeI feel it; the soft vibrationsOf a train I’m suddenly in a hurry, and everything moves with… Read more
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Home; a collection of poems
To my home Home is an entityOf everchanging madnessWith long, weighted wingsFlying through the mountainsThe canyonsThe gardensOf my soul; Curves of shadowed architectureBending and forming the wallsAnd little light:The overhead kitchen lightThe quiet luminescence of the porchThe living room TV, blaring unusual technicolor I’ve buried myself in it’s chestAnd it’s wrapped his long tendrils around… Read more
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The Therapist; M
I only remember our conversations between the pauses a tape recorder couldn’t hear. That skip of time, that could only be heard with click, contains all my memories of him. “I think we love the story of a bird being released in its cage, or, ” The man leans back into his chair, “A story… Read more