i once thought that this is what i deserve:
this caustic imbalance
this toxic enfolding fear;
but my weakest cause
these days
has eroded the tissue surrounding
the head, finally
so i let the collapse
begin, having hope
that the attrition will
reveal, in time, the hot
marrow of my heart
and leave me in a fine stupor;
receptive of the best
signals, the warmest
impulses that once thundered
in the vein and drove me
to far fields and left
me the master...
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Me, directing Oz while comforting Toto In 1999, my two oldest children were 7 and 5 and would accompany me to the grand Fuller Hall aud... -
i was at an event and she called my name from across the tops of the heads of a crowd a mother holding her daughter the one who... -
Gabrielle was an infant the night we were attacked by a flying squirrel. Now, listen. I'm not afraid of snakes, spiders, moths or b... -
we can wing, you can bring your lover, to hop across delicate stones toward those restful trees. thoughtful walks and quiet wantin... -
my father took me, a suspicious son toward the casket where his own father lie it was 1979 i wore a K-Mart suit jacket and a... -
Wars between our children start over the simplest things. They begin with the breaking of treaties between siblings and the shat... -
my poetry has no rhyme 'tho not from a lacking but because lovers don't rhyme they enfold and are absorbed int...
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Hammer Time Corrine's high school drama club participates in the state's one act play festival this March and I've been buil...
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i'd wish for you a second lover's lips to sing the praise of your passion's passion, for the largess of your engulfing love...
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The littles attended a Halloween festival this past weekend at their grandparents' seasonal campground. The festivities were replete ...