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I once met a man named Drew. He loved his wife and wore shiny black shoes. We talked for hours Of kings and cowards Of lovers, and liars, and you...

I once met a man named Drew. He “loved his wife” and wore black shoes. We talked for hours Of kings and cowards Of lovers, and liars, ..

The whisking breeze blows by thoughts Uncontrollable to me. I try to catch Them as they fly, but they move Too fast; not for me. Maybe Someday I c..

We stand. Cows in the wet. Grass under the trees. They leave their necks to Pull, lifting down. We over the truck, Slow down the road To..

Glass through the fabric Imposterized and ruined Moved by subtle loneliness. Smell of midnight. Darkness of closed shutters on the beaten floor...

Pale and freckly, Callous, yet smooth and gentle. Thin & knobby. Knuckles hairy. Enlarged from cracking 10 too many times...

Hair, makeup, wardrobe. Put out the cigarette. Make a coffee. Make everyone laugh. “More movement,” he s..

One may think time tells us where to go. No one but yourself really knows Everyone knows where to turn, there’s nowhere to go. Do you think..

Eleven minutes to midnight Orion’s belt gleaming above us. The air tastes of rains past; The smell of fresh cut grass. A timid light a..

Buzz of the warm microwave, And shaking wooden table beneath it. Glide of my sister’s walker on hardwood floor, Trying desperately to follo..