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The first slap of love is a heartbreaker, but then, so is the last.

I’m an old man now, so everything is a memory tinged with all the frustration of fiery desire that lingers on in my orange ..

The water on the lake is smooth today and the sky is calm. An ashen haze quiets the verge where purple and blue meet in the dist..

Memories are balloons made of time and are the whole of our existence. Some of those quantum people say the past is as indetermi..

The evening fog is a quiet tomb softening a half-remembered tree and the gray shadow of that rock where we’d sometimes rest, as I a..

At these coordinates, it is precisely twelve o’clock and everything East if me has already happened. Everything west of me ma..

It isn’t that they cut the top of the hill to expose the slabs of limestone and smooth the road, or that the little cliff they ma..

Ran across this truth today, thought I'd share it..."“The road to hell is paved with adverbs.” Stephen King

Moon-cast shadows slide soft across your breast like sheer curtains in the wind to caress just the corner of your bed.You enter ..

The watcher waits while death bides its time like a black butterfly on a yellow rose. I am a watcher I watch alone, I don..