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Don't speak to me of dying. too many times I've watched Death amble by tipping his hat with a sly smile and a wink. Mentor me in living. Show me..

a short story of local color

Those old stars still shine remembering how it felt when your soul and mine were one. Feeling your heart beat again after long ages-- stolen m..

Hills in my Voice Half-hidden hills in summer haze Call my name and question me. . . “Where have you been?” “Why have you..

You aren't the same man any more. Your mirror lies if the reflection you see hasn't changed. The weight of hard years lift..

Before I had words of my own I found myself in poems Or maybe I was lost. I drank them up Swimming through meter and rhyme. Intern..

those times when my roots stretch deep in barren soil searching I don't know if you could guess the urgency of my need the clouds whis..

You say you don't dance But I don't believe you. You sing lyrics to songs I don't know. Quoting circular snatches And I try to keep up but s..

an impulse, it should grow

too new