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Astronomers equate heat with velocity and at the rate life speeds past these days global warming should be no surprise. Hell, just look aro..

Sylvia’s hands flicker like doves over the table, one lights on his arm. She opens to him with an ice blue glance as tho..

On my table at the pub, the bottles mount up while we worry the world and I roll another cigarette. It seems people havefo..

I was a kaleidoscope for the longest time. I could spin like a Dervish and from every angle a new shade of crimson or blue was there to..

Don’t you dare die on me you son-of-a b*tch, Betelgeuse... Orion’s Shoulder! I mean! C’mon, You have been there through..

It was poetry night at The Brew; people laughed and clapped backs, ordered their espressos and lattes, found a chair, sat at tables and lo..

I remember that slow burn when the kindling was ashes and the logs caught yellow and blue-- The wink of embers in a drift of b..

Just another poet, straight, gray ponytail, dangles down her back, gaunt hands make elegant, slow movements while she listens. She ..

Waiting for the mic at Bean Central... See that one over there with the scowl carved around the corner of his mouth, and the heavy..

At my age, I have found fantasy is the seasoning to make reality palatable. Your red smile, flashes of white and the curl of..