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Sometimes you just hit it. You get to see things past words, like riding through a living tunnel of leaves held up by black boles when..

In the garden of rock and roll girls I knew back then were the eyes of innocent laughter ripe for the gathering. The taste of living ..

Little did we know how deep the water, Claudia, Adrianne, Joe, and I, we on the precipice, preparing for the dive of our lives. We lept..

The downtown art festival packed up and left two days ago to make room for a shadowy bit of the real thing. I rolled a cigarett..

Anda one, anda two, anda... rhythmic shush of brush on cymbal stirs an old rhythm, something wet, warm… familiar, ala..

I have said for a long time, if the universe is a created thing, where did Intelligent Design imagine it would be. I mean, even an infinite ..

A poem by Carol Ann Duffy I just found for the first time... Thought I'd share...

My cottage is comfortable, I’ve seen to that, and it has not been easy. The walls paneled in the dark wood of half a doze..

At six, I was an earthy I Am, who lived at the center of every Universe I made. My red blood spoke truth. From dust I made a robber in the w..

I posted this a long time ago, but it seems appropriate for today...