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As It Seems To Be The sound of winter thunder rumbles through the morning The weather is indiscriminate, but it is a hard ..

Too Young Silently she weeps. A man eyes an empty crib Disavowing sorrow

Innocents Lost Not for now the first time remembered looking but not seeing hearing but not listening the ..

I Found Myself in a Dream I found myself A flavour of blue A jack of all trades A player to be named later I found myself..

A Few Words Remaining Those few words remaining gather in the corner squeaking like agitated pests on little wheels running circular ..

The Distance Between What of the distance between you and me: the gap in Time: notwithstanding the futility of the last dance with mu..

another stormy day

Beware Brave Isaac Beware young Isaac, thy father’s footsteps echo, know that danger comes. Seek cover my son, retreat..

Carnegie Hall Many years practice produced a virtuoso at playing music Afraid it’s not me! All I play is radio ..

Wolves Shhhh! Hear that? Listen! Across the lake; low note rising, falling back on frosty air, ululating over ..