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A snapshot.

I am the atheist of spring I fled Her And She fled me Like Her nightly passes Over doors brushed with lamb’s blood She chan..

I am sugar I lingered on your tongue For one second (too long) (But I swear your bright eyesCaught white fire) I sifted through your finger..

Inspiration partially owed to e.e. cumming's The Cambridge Ladies. Just an experiment, really.

Now that the sun has caressed roots of my trees Will thy flowered palms fall upon soil unearthed? Thy fields have withered in the fruit of spring- ..

A brush with Death

When the rains ceased to stop And o’er my hands grew cold, A book was placed on sodden ground By my sorry head and soaked. The words wer..

“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet, Tread softly because you tread on my dreams” -W.B. Ye..

Of all the forgiveness I possessed In my tidy heart, I could not purge myself of enmity In all the summers of my years; I could not tend the b..

It was once that the birds flew with me In perfect rhythm of the rising tide Guided by the golden sun, A flock in sunrise. The pale wind tasted ..