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Nostalgia

a villanelle -

a haibun

We don’t know the lonely souls we don’t know them at all they sit behind cascading falls detached b..

Dreams of embraces are miles apart. We shared our youth on that momentous day, I promise my love, ..

I slept in morning’s mist by temperance way should gators tread across the turtle’s path torrents of..

He thought of all the heat that came from the rear tires as he sped away in his Pontiac Tempest. M..

A time for reflection….

short and sweet...sometimes one thought is enough. What's better than family?

The aura emulates from the beautiful children as they look and discover the unionized world we created..