The Forgotten Comrade
Two comrades in arms, sundered by death. One laid to rest, and the other returned, bereaved and full of health. The fallen comrade, resting at first, traversed the cosmos, with…
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Words of the Dead
Recklessly I am taking to my new home, Home I have ran away for, for long. Now it seems I am free from that little prison called earth. My body…
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No Strings Attached
Our little wooden cottage was set up on the coast of the Summer Vacay, not very far from the sea. A walk with grandpa, enjoying the tranquility and warmth of…
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American Mistress
It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort of common ground. His father…
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Missing Feeding of the Birds
Keeping my daily journal diary short these sweet bird sounds lost- reviews January through March. Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows. Skinny naked bones sparrows these…
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Dawn of a Dove
Chirping hummingbirds with wriggling flies, Dancing butterflies to carefree crows, blossoming florets and awaken shrubs, They wonder, they ponder dazed in a maze Where have all the chaos vanished,…
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Over the hills, Along the shore.
Virescent lines drawing curves of hills I worship every time I recall her figure, Douglas firs aligned Rivet memories from our first kiss How dry cracks on her lips Touched…
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I Will Stop Loving You
When the sun doesn’t shine And dreams are no longer mine When hopes run out And volcanoes no longer shout When all the oceans become dry And you count…
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Winter Warriors
I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost in Crete, stands tall, his belt tight, against his waist, hosting the…
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To My Brother In Heaven
Dear Brother, Some may say it is unwise of me to write a letter to you when you are somewhere this letter cannot reach, but there are things I want…
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Golden Giant
Who is sitting in the heavens and staring at me? Who is sitting in the golden palace of tomorrow? Who is smiling? Golden staff in his hand flashes a dazzling…
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Ode to the Discarded
While sitting on the curb, I see a rusty old bolt laying on the pavement. I pick it up, turn it and feel its heft, its cold edges, My…
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Feeling Comfortable in Your Skin
I tell myself, the moon will rise from darkness. – Mahmoud Darwish Everybody around including near/dear ones, are concerned for your well-being. Unless, however, any apparent physical symptoms…
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