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Poetry

How To Stay Alive

For myself and perhaps for some others it is all about watching, no, admiring the crystalline examples of intelligence found at times in the shade on a far-too-hot afternoon, those winged ones I share this staying-alive thing with flutter about seeking the perfect branch, no,…

Poetry

Nightscape

Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.   Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart.   While I sleep, stars glide through heaven making their appointed…

Poetry

Unkn(own)

I’ve been to far off places, Not one of them were as queer as you. You’re like a strategy dug so deep, I sense sadness when I hold you Melancholy, at the rim of your throat; Like a place I’ve not known. The words pouring…

Poetry

Nightscape

  Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.   Shadows brush across walls as trees trace their branches. Gathering and waving together then swaying apart.   While I sleep, stars glide through heaven making their…