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In the early twilight hours, soft fading light dancing on the walls and warm summer breezes wafting through the open window, golden curls brush m..

For Alice

My heart was stolen in a moment, with the flutter of her eyes. Her laughter bubbles with ease. like an antigua fountain. I bring her gifts and..

Opinion of the author

Written on the anniversary of 911

Some men worship me, some men fear me, Some men love me, some men loathe me, Some have given me riches, some have given their souls, Some have star..

Naked I came into the world of your essence. You bathed me in beauty, washing over me like a warm summer’s rain. The temperature of my skin r..

When in September and summer hasgone will you think of me though the leaveshave flown ? When in Septemember and the air turns brisk, will you sti..

How many bodies do we lay at your door? How many before you realize this is not your father's war? How many flag sentries must stand guard at the ..