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on memory

A man goes to see his psychiatrist.

Who can stop the seasons?

The sky’s hue touches the canopy, purple and blue, on the green and yellow of an aging season’s head. A lonely path un..

Who am I to judge you? I have never stormed a beach. Who am I to know hardship? I have never lived through a depression. Who am I ..

For my late grandfather, Frank (1921 - 2011)

A silly little piece I wrote after I accidentally clipped too much of my beard while trimming, and had to shave it all off. There's no context.

Winter died laughing–

A wanderer muses to himself on a cloudy night.

I'm in a dark place, but that's okay.