Month: February 2020
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Finding Scars
I could show youthe drunken bicycle,the child’s steak-knife,a mother’s fabric scissors,a toddler’s untrimmed nails.I could lead you where leveragetook me,…
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Watching a Train Go By
Dreaming some huge, incomprehensible wordsa man who’d be an artist made them writheon boxcars flashing by us as we wait.One…
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Heed The Warning
Sad old men were once promising young fools.Tortured in their thoughts free within their dreams. Time fractures their souls and…