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Poem – Lost Hours

I found the place where we lost our hours, abandoning grace in the sheer damp of the forest. Walking for miles, familiarity shrouded itself in gold leaves and swept up my footsteps.   Places like this convince you that stories … Continue reading

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Poem – Points of Contact

We would sing if our lips were free, and our lungs not swollen with the vacant heat that comes from seeing you again.   Here there is pale softness that stretches on far further than my fingertips can reach, but … Continue reading

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Scene From A Bar

Shamelessly pretentious and inspired by the wonderfully filthy work of Charles Bukowski, this is an extremely short bit of something that resulted from me just wanting to write with a version of his voice.  There were maybe six others in … Continue reading

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