City Diary

Breakfast meeting, Quarter to nine, Eggs benedict, Contract signed. Morning briefing, With new CEO Coffee two sugars, And pastries to go. Lunchtime social, In working time,
Cherry

Often at Sunset

I still think of you Sunshine Often at sunset When the clouds Begin to dissipate Toward the moon I think of your hair So long and so straight I think of your eyes So shy and so soft
Cherry

a Southern Oregon storm

squalid howling great bare trees tossing and tossing ice-cold raindrops pattering on windshields and tired wiper-blades, on fire-hydrants, on loose dogs, on cracked roads

Castle Walls

I feel my memories from the hood have long been forgotten And all my success is jaded by the blood of my friends, dirt rotten
Cherry

Just like riding a bike

They say some things are instinctual, you never forget them.

Life experience with a side of books

I know only what I have done, and nothing else.

I've prayed for the end

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Poem of the week

for Tahrir, for Egypt

In that public square named for fate and history as though it knew what was to come we stood our ground saying, we will not be moved painted poems on the hard asphalt
Cherry

God grants sleep to those whom He loves

Crackle and whistle The springs of a bed

A Valentine from Berlin

A true Valentine's tale

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