Ed Hart
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Renee, going on twoA Poem by Ed Hartshe is all grown now, and has teenagers of her own, but we had a year together, just her and me...she was the first to open the door to my heart |
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the lettingA Poem by Ed Hartof bloodrapid fall floodcausegod ofand profit ohskill at steelupmanshipscolor of skinrevelationof rapeoracle and ora.. |
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old man deathA Poem by Ed Harteven my archives aren't safe from a little tweak and polish |
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sketchA Poem by Ed Hartwe drove through canyons of fir and cedar to a raw coast in the gray morning waves of waves stranded small crab at the feet of gulls .. |
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what it isA Poem by Ed Hartmeaning does not commence or perish at the edge of longing but in love reaching for itself |
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price of hoursA Poem by Ed Hartwith nothing but the push of life that first breath parts the waves an elemental gasp falls into the all of every opening un.. |
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even soA Poem by Ed Hartfaceted time dancing in light-play this aged body is strong lifting hungry in the day a heart foreign to vacancy .. |
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plantingA Poem by Ed Hartmake my hands deft these tiny words are hard like seeds the tears of ages what is water enough loosen your colors .. |
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up wordsA Poem by Ed Hartwhile i wait to see if my old muse will circle round again, i continue to pose these older poses, which won't hurt you, unless you're allergic to bein.. |
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