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There are moments when cars dash pastAnd the mind is a child’s breathWe feel the wind as John’s apocalypseRemembering his ..

Some days I'll visit him But never when needed He abhors the melting frost And when I do I’ll watch him carefully I’ve ..

It is a strange and eerie feeling when these moments find you: I was driving into a child’s hypnosis… early morning “beltway&rd..

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You hide with your unusual voice Dithering In my stairwell Cat tall murmuring all day Distantly arran..

I imagine Kay Ryan in a black café Hands pouring onto a blank page She holds a cup ofgracious mirage She is thinking Inself..

All had gathered in your clearing Through my window I stare up over the broken pieces Casting the last small stones of cloudy avers..

This night, I am in the perfect place; collapsed, swallowed, terrordripping down to my mental lace; Faces dancing over faces locke..

Some days, When I blow into my seething cups of coffee It sounds and feels just like a drumroll, Some days, Though I set the cl..

Let it out, Let it hollow you, Let it sunder you as a Swift melded in imponderable flight Be vigil, Stem the lustful ease ..