Ranger Kessel
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SeptemberA Poem by Ranger KesselHeavy clouds had fallen from their perches in the sky. The sounds of breath panting anxiously. Fingers nervously seeking something to touch. The air w.. |
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A BarnA Poem by Ranger KesselThe smell of rust, gasoline and decay were choking me. That tends to happen when you walk around a decrepit barn. The hooks from the ceiling were call.. |
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Our TimeA Poem by Ranger KesselI was a fool for your long stocking curl. The way it drooped over your ear and your fingers licked gently into place. It held me in a trance. .. |
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A Hang UpA Poem by Ranger KesselShe was bleeding from her mouth and eyes but it was her. Dangling from the rafter. Her power suit and briefcase on the table nearby. She didn't ge.. |
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NothngA Poem by Ranger KesselFor me there was nothing but the curl of your hair. The way it flopped around anxiously across your forehead. A blonde crescent moon rising and settin.. |
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SilenceA Poem by Ranger KesselYour fragrance of silence lives in me. Tattooed to my being. I wish I heard longing in your pen. Do you remember? Its invasion. At the pa.. |
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CryingA Poem by Ranger KesselI saw you there. Under the stairs. Black eyed and crying. Straps of your Gown hanging loosely under your Shoulder. The night that went awry. .. |
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SnowflakesA Story by Ranger KesselYou were laying there motionless in your overstuffed, over pillowed bed for hours. You were curious as to the time, but the alarm clock sat awkwardly .. |
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Stubble FaceA Story by Ranger KesselThere you were at the bus station again. The bus pass you had paid entirely too much money for was clasped in your tight, little fingers like a child .. |
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An AdA Story by Ranger KesselYou read the ad in the local paper: Auction: All bids accepted. Everything must go. Something struck you about that ad. You didn’t know .. |
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