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We’re So Vein Watching all the brake lights ahead of me the drive continues inside our vessels. These hurried bl..

And Yet Another part, of me is dying Parts that make us full and whole Our heart is made, of those we love ..

It’s Your Turn Now The eyes on the glass just turned away I asked it why? It didn’t say A ..

Choppy Sees It’s not always easy, trying to do the right thing It’s not always popular, or even well rec..

The Seeker The fly, is coming down with the flu The empty cave has lost its mined A family tree is branch..

The Harvest of Nature I feed on blood and bits of air Fins of ocean, loins of hare Embryos before, their ..

The (B)lending of Essence An orange in the sky, is floating up high Making the atmosphere zesty and wry All o..

Much More How many words were born without voices Feelings unsaid that ran out of choices Many amend have fell ..

Undelivered I never asked, to be a writer It’s more the paper that rubs my pen The rain is the sheet an..

Lying in the Sand The dry peninsula, full of clover Laps the whitecaps over, and over The color blue turned, to foam..