want for it wild,the wind in your brow,to send you ‘cross the wavesof your long-past stars.i think i’ll not take thatkiss now, but rather runback through the fieldsof my youth,to send on its waythis masked present,this place in adank corner.i seem to recall thatholding hands for thefirst time was the bestinnocent arousal;that sensing somethingin the smile, seeing somethingin the web of the fingers, wasthe finest mark of new destiny.now is the time,...
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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 ...