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The beginning of the end of my life arrives, and I never saw it coming, but now that I see, and now that it's here, a q..

I am desperatelyhomesick for whom I used to be, unshackled from a world I want no part untied to spiritless ghosts of tomorrow waiting ..

Morning in the Nursing Home Hallway White hair is thin like yarmulkes made of years; weary spirits, a haunted Greyhound station.

The Distinction of Being Alive I notice a tiny red ant crawling across the kitchen windowsill. I hear a branch scrape the window-- ..

*** Shortly after bumpersaccidentally bump comes the blaring of bad-mannered horns, a cacophony of freeway chaos:cars stuck, s..

--- The water of the somber harbor lies silent. and the wealth of resolute men, men whose fiberglass egosfloat upside downin swirls of m..

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Haiku

Inside this Head The term is introvert: life inside one's head, crowded corners of confusion coupled withfears and drea..

I'm not Ready I'm not ready to die. When I was young I thought I was ready; I was wrong. The same way I was..