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My dad died in1998. This is one of those difficult moments in time when all one has to hold onto is the (Zen) moment in time; a concentrated attention..
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An excerpt from a novel in progress.
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thank you for your token of kindness,
which fill my pockets with gratitude,
to savor tender naïve kiss;
to break my cruel and shameful ..
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firelight once so bright,
alas but for a while
like memories of your sight,
use to make me smile
halfhearted love shone from me,
ne..
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chins and flared nostrils,looking down upon little ones;dictating rules and regulations.woe to them,to kill mystery and wonder,despite their distant d..
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Do you have any fresh bread, he saidShe replied with a smile, it may take a while,Have some tea and talk to me, and soon we’ll be off to bedI aw..
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bed o’ nailspast daisy chain gatherings,spontaneous combustible emotions,watching feelings of dread,basking in the sunlight,through unclean wind..
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At first sight your eyes awakened me.After a moment, a million years passed,time stood still to witness joy your smile gave.Oh what fear love understa..
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what an ugly vile
thing a new book seems to be
with crisp virgin
pages untouched by human hands
oh how i hate her so,
that antiseptic unr..
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Crossing fences, saluting foes;Hands spoil the charred embers across the waves of echoes.The will of the stone continues,It remembers;To starve the si..
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