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It took information, it always takes information. Rising like
the water in a dammed lake during spring run-off. Her choices were to ignore or con..
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I awoke to the blessed sound of the universe expandingThe fact that I drew breath that morning evidence enoughThat I was a part, big or small, primeti..
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A tribute....
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It was that one eye of yours that thrilled me soA brown so deep I could see the origination of the big bangNot that your other eye wasn't beautiful, i..
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I was a jalousie after spring cleaning to youEmotionally dependent, transparent as a widow in confessionYou knew more about my psychological makeup th..
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From the porch of the small cabin, the man looked into the handsome cut lined with Aspens and Cottonwoods long past autumn prime. The colors, muted ..
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He saw the world at right angles, sharp, geometrically synchronousShe saw the world in feathered edges, soft, undulating, grey where they needed to be..
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He hated that tidings of war crashed the night owl’s party with grim news of certain death
But even the most inebriated deserved to know about ..
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The handsome man sat between the two sisters at the bar. He was wiry, muscled like freighters usually were, all that lifting and moving. He drank a ..
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I saw the trouble on the horizon.A small black speck, a horseman, featureless and small.As it drew closer, I didn’t know if it was a conscript..
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