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We remember the very instant, where we were, what we were doing. How we heard, how we ached. We remember the news reports, the photos, forever..

Dolls in the attic Rocking chairs that move Old records begin to play Creaky stairs, dogs that fight A farmer bailing hay Candles in the air A ..

With cuts of beef and sauces made, this evening’s surprise would now be made. A torte most delicious, divine to the taste. Skillfully meas..

Old Love Letters Romantic In so many ways Especially when they are found By accident Old love letters Can say so much Just holding the lett..

Such a powerful drink This chalice of shame Sipping one's blood In God's ancient game Kneel in your sin Bow to your Lord Unanswered prayers Res..

Old friend grief, here you knock again. So familiar your knock, who now do you send? Kindness mixed with sorrow; warm casseroles, soft bread. Co..

Peedee, once again, was in one of his moods. Maybe it was all the nuts he’d eaten. Maybe he was just bored.Closing his eyes he continued to su..

The gods came to me again last night. At least I’m hoping that’s what they were.Those demon types scare me, especially the two-legged ki..

I’ve been posturing my position perhaps a bit too much. Undoubtedly more than most, perhaps my thoughts a crutch. Surely I could have done..

There’s evil In the air tonight Young virgins Kiss the sun goodnight Be not perplexed By your reflex A natural act By those repressed L..