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And then she said to me,”Speak to me of love”Flustered, I reached for my water glass.That can be a daunting task for a man,Do I follow the..
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Not an attempt at perfect form, but old writing that I found and thought to share,,
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An open poem of peace to President Obama
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My first story, in 3 parts, taking place here in Stockholm
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The rare haiku. Wish i was better at it.
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She picked the flowers out immediatelyThe vase on the table next to the carafeShe acted happy to get themTheir innate promisesHad disappeared long ago
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“October 2002, in London”, she said “that’s when I found it”I shrugged, not knowing what she was talking about“I w..
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Wednesday morning, 3 amThe trains had stopped runningAnd you were still hereYour dirty dress lay on the chairIn a heap, knickers tossed asideDexter Go..
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The leaves were always thereOn the dry ground, natures abstract paintingsBrushstrokes of God on the SquareI remember as a kidI used to run thru them m..
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I hear your voice, talking to the plantsAs the morning sun washes the herbs on the windowsillYou’ve always talked to the plants,A nurturing, mot..
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