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I Can’t Feel My Feet Looking to shut it down, standing in line waiting to be fed a spoonful of life. And I can’t see the stars ..

Definition The accommodation of other Peoples problems with image, I am a small projection on a very large screen. Being not a facsimile, ..

Stilettos An exercise of intolerance, these dreams have all been made by men. Sitting under the microscope, unchanged, but yet different..

Birchwood Breaking down like Birchwood, the feelings of a foggy day sends shivers down my spine. Eating the leftovers of life, not quite ..

Handbag “An empire For an apple!” he’d shout. I didn’t know what he meant by that, still don’t. His voice ..

Apples Needing a place to hang my head, walking along main street downtown. A reprise, as the sun climbs over dirty feet. And I, look..

Paper Cup Looking into clocks out of frustration, drinking beer from a wine glass, torture; from the bottom of a paper cup. The cloudy re..

Alone I feel like I felt when I was young, alone, staring out the window at a cool blue sky, thinking that reality is as thin as a pane of g..

Bad Faith Sometimes I wish that the breath would leave, my body. Surrounded by quiet contemplation, I have discovered trepidation; wiltin..

The Wall I never had a chance, left in the bucket of a driveway in the suburbs. Looking west through blue ocean eyes, telling secrets to ..