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top gums* morning chai God doesn't bother with the small stuff anymore. The guy you mentioned has an injured ear and could damage it and the world with a handset. This injury makes it impossible for him to hear from the right side of his head. At his core, he is very fragile and insecure,... Continue Reading →
(A brief, updated, encore) 221 words, 1 minute read time. Having accumulated more than enough visible scars from racing sailboats, motorcycles, waterskiing, and other semi-active sports, my doctors and even casual observers will notice that my flesh is also accented by related and subsequent knife and bullet wounds. Obviously, my skin is scarred adequately enough... Continue Reading →
The best compliment I've ever received? Well, paraphrased, it would be that I was good in bed. But that was very long ago, and only after an exchange of what at the time seemed a fairly large sum of money. After these many long years I still cherish her words, now more than ever. It's... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #4 > unseen He's invisible, and yetHe's sitting there,clearly pretendingto be unnoticed at the only table,near the big window,where he bathes himselfin warm sunshine. He's there every dayfrom not long afterthe doors openat our public library.He can usually find his spot by nine. There's always a soft cup of coffee near his... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #3 >most tomorrows cast away the tomorrowsthat led your hearttowards emptiness bring me to your lonelinessand deny your wantsfor longing share with me in faithlessnessand love me throughmost tomorrows -dp- 2/18/25 (9) This is another I struggled with for more than just 2024 and '25. Wording is close enough to release. Also,... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #two ` ~ > near oz Find a place, far awayenough to feel like oz,or home. A place so distantit could shelter anyone,even us. We should not thinkof this, or turn awayfrom hope. But we must keep runningat least to look aroundthat next corner -dp- 4-11-25 (15+) Boring note: I made a... Continue Reading →
2025 poetry harvest. #1 > holding space She's invisible, butholds to placesno longer around. It's less a matterof reflectionthan refraction. But of course,there's that faintshadow of magic lingering from youthand a mirage thatmakes her seem clearly unseen -dp- 2-4-25 (8+) I like what I think I'm saying here. I hope readers get it. Or get... Continue Reading →
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