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This is the feature poem off my debut spoken word/poetry album "Nothing Really". Available for free at https://becomer.bandcamp.com/releases and o..

Memories are never consistent.

A walk in early spring through my favorite wood.

A poem on a contradictory and often ironic concept.

Love has infinite means of expression.

1. The sun hung low All Spring Mist twisted Amongst wood arms And I asked If you wanted to live We drove Up Wopsononock ..

A single Polaroid-memory from an early point in a relationship. It will be included in my forthcoming first collection of poetry.

On the inchoate character of life, love, and sometimes our maturity in these matters.

No, no one is dead here. But-- a large murder of crows has moved into the trees at my University. Are they moving for winter?

Sad poem on a sad day that paralleled my mood.