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I What makes you love me, not now, but then before we ever knew it was love? Why did you settle in the morning light of spare change to sprin..

"reading Virgil, sleep compounded"

She is a mother, a green shoot of a boy I hear-- three decades of water under a bridge I think we never should have built. Could he have been m..

Walking lifeless through days is now a habit-- the all-consumingdaze of being inside the outside creep of having to explain myself, what it me..

The girl with the red heart waiting on the 216A seems completely unimpressed with my skyward glances leafs in the shade of a summer sto..

slight revision to the last stanza following a very thoughtful viewing from my friend Winston

"from the vaults"

This is the time of the tragic man You wrote out of key so long you forgot what art was, what moves men is n..

Where to, now that the gray-thatched dome won't hold back the rain washing away the last thought: am I lo..

"a found poem"