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Your guitar in your callused hands wood, metal, and string acting as an extension of your very essence. You are the musical soul playing throu..

The news broke: there was an earthquake. Your words ripped along the fault line and left me trembling in their wake shaking uncontrollably ..

I am a nomad and seldom hold anything old or familiar we cannot carry in our arms. The days push and pull me eddies in the river dragging m..

“I once was blind But now I see” Sings the choir Swaying gently Side to side. She loves the Lord And tells me, the nonbeliever,..

I know this Jew and he loves bagels with lox but I don’t know what the hell lox is. So keep it away please keep it away from me and..

quiet morning mist hanging over soybean fields disguising wildlife at play melody of dawn songbirds call the slumbering wood to a new beginning..

A collection of curiosities Of relics best forgotten Musty odors hanging eternally In moth-eaten crushed velvet drapes That scatter shards of brok..

deep thoughts cold and sapphire blue an ocean eddying around small fragile selves trusting unseen forces to keep heads above water waves crashi..

Conspiracy theories breed like demented vampire bats. In dark wet basements stalactites of paranoia grow as eccentrics vie for attention for a m..

The Weather Channel fashes portents of doom because misery equals ratings. A cyclone can book those commercial spots but a hurricane can g..