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Border Crossing I stopped considering the choice of free verse cost me many readers who wanted normalcy my pen ne..

for Andrew J.

slain it was a high coo in the morning sunrise until the dove bit the dust and another nation fell and demise ..

Dollars for Dreams come back to my apartment she pleaded, love me no exchange of cash I want to feel something other t..

Regrets Licking their Lips a French kiss the back seat becomes the bed of teenage mysteries explored the radio playing tho..

Delivery Charge a million words passed me by and in the morning I took last night's pizza out of the ice box and typed so..

escaping conclusions the collision of ideas crossing yellow lines of poetic justice we write just before the airbags ..

On the Docket I saw Eagles with severed heads Statesmen with bound wings counties of tumbleweed Wanted Posters on unused..

Where are my reading glasses? the actress drinks her scripts spills them on the cutting floor slices her wrist while driving into..

Choice this time last week, it was the week before and before that I was not yet conceived not even an idea a rumo..