A beating in my heart

A poem of budding love

There’s something new to me

A poem about not being acknowledged

So what has become of the yard bird?

The wind and the rain gather you. Like petals on a rain storm So what has become of the yard bird? That stirred the captive rainbows To your and my finger tips What has become of the rose?

Memories

a poem about age

Gone Global

religion,media

Eskimo Love

I’d like to be an Eskimo, live in a little house of snow; a little igloo just for two that I would build for me and you. We would live the Eskimo way; go riding about in our sleigh

The Wet/Dry Vac from Hell

Campy

What's Left

Our Joy a faint memory Was it even real? Can’t let go Gradual let down Slowly we revert and heal Facing the truth A growing divide Waiting, Pushing, Striving Futile, Too Far

Empathy

Analysis, something akin to satire, of MDMA.

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