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Quiet

i like to think that maybe at night when it is very quiet, your mind also grows quiet, and you are able to thank yourself for what you have done today. and maybe your...

for Billy

Longing for kindred fascination of wild, of inscrutable universes that trickle through ears eyes nose mouth skin Invisible light particles transmitting the...

Times Old Roman

I write when I’m sad, or angry, or anxious, or alone. I hope I...

Red Birds and Hazy Clouds

Pretty cerise bird why do you peck at my windows all day long? My wife...

while briefly alone

Walking alone at night on the third day of fall not wearing a bra; walking to...

Light walker

All of the people at the library are beautiful, reflecting the glow of...

18

 It’s your first day of school, and your teacher’s really nice. She...

Today is hard

Today is hard Today is weird For sake of vanity I will not...

Sonnet II

He tried to break free but he’s not still around He tried to get up but his...

Listen to the Kids

Listen to the kids In all of our bids For Freedom and Knowledge For...