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Twice, I have ventured back to that place that owns my youth, with words like rustic and country repeating in my head, like a record skipping ..

Among the pines, needle-tipped towers scraping the sky, I find symbiotic solace in the enormity of solitude Footfalls are feathers against the..

Sheets of paper, characters in black ink, words, lines, perceptions scored indelibly as if sketched in concrete I visualize my mind on parchm..

On the line behind the house, twisted round and grown into two trees older than the ownership of our land, mother hangs summer dresses in the sunli..

It was almost February-- livid skyline sinking into the city, moist air hanging like a mantle, we locked ourselves out of the world, in your re..

On the milky margin drifts a ship, rocking like a tired soldier, war-torn and indifferent beneath the gauzy halo of the moon From the shore I wa..

Moonlight and memories like fine wine mixing with fresh air two forms converge breathing, breathing, whispering, of vanilla scented bed-she..

These patchwork streets have quiet heartbeats secret histories shrouded in moss shadowed by the ghostly structures of the white villages, rising, ..

Along the Spanish shore, where breeze and ocean dance the Flamenco in a glittering mix of moonlight and azure shine, she held his hand as if he o..

Yesterday’s coffee lingers in a cup near the sink, your fingerprints remain where the delicate tips cupped the warmth as breath weaved with..