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Father I see you in the sagging face of an old man in baggy clothes wandering dirty streets rheumy eyes sh..

Trumpet Midnight. The air clings like a wet towel to the skin. Sleep does not come. Sticky sheets ..

Still I Wait Still I wait for her familiar step that does not come. Still, I wait for her calming voice callin..

An old poet from my hometown

Where Once Wandered His Seed Where’s the sorrowful child who sought crimson doorways, who craved carved lintels? ..

Crows They are there, then gone. Slivers of midnight, bits of shadow, flecks of ebony, an absence of light ricochetin..

You Wear Your Love You wear your love like an old coat with the pockets turned out. The left side holds your ha..

We Grow into Our Loneliness We search restlessly for a perfume’s scent or a fragment of handwriting on crumpled ..

after the party

Sea of Tranquility Yet again by the sea For tranquility Eternal sound of wave And breeze below The thousand-year ligh..