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The Way We Heard. Love Was All Around Us and so was PTSD.

You know I love you... Andy was back up at the fruit machine. Bright lights of a big win on his face. He was half-listening, half-tuned in like The...
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Flow

Flow When I’m ready to be free, I will release And gently let go. As I unfold, I will listen closely to the rhythm Of my energetic flow. Gravity...

Clean Sentences

Poetry isn't about clean sentences. Sometimes the poet has to bleed a little...
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Words of Wisdon to a Teenage Grandson

Help for a misunderstood teenager from a wise grandfather who sees it all a bit differently
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Cherry

Quentin

An unexpected visit to an art studio...
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Cherry

The Residue

I. The dialysis patient weighs ninety-one pounds. Dan slides one hand under her shoulder blade and the other behind her knees and counts to three out...

Chapter 1: Black holes

First day of Montessori One of David’s first memories was from when he was three years old. His mother handed him a very snazzy tracksuit. It was...
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