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I do not know if this is really a story, or a prose poem

You are the brother I never had consoling me when I am down like the valleys. The salty tears run down my face like the waters that f..

When you touch me, I feel tingling through my bones, which forces the corpuscles in my blood to move rapidly as the Niagara Falls ..

Both of you are my obsession, you, promised me the world; trips to Cape Cod in your beat-up van, unwearied rotations around the shoppi..

The connection between her elderly father in the nursing home and Good Humor ice cream cones is understandable, yet questionable. ..

I know that there are those who hate you as much as me, perhaps some less, but I know that with your arrival each month, 28 days, to be more spe..

I want you to love me. I want you to make love to me. Hold me, caress me, from top to bottom. Cradle my face in the palms of your strong, but ..

Written from a muse as a result of a short term love affair

A tribute to my father

This is a poem whose muse was a former intimate relationship that I had