Old Grudges

I dance – Winding movements of tooth, of claw, Wandering steps of Dante’s dreams, Tracing tracks of those who received Odin’s eye – This time he will demand more.

My Xmas With You

Out there. Somewhere. I’m sure of it. Grinning at our attempts. But you’ve given me Treasure in a smile & Hope in your hands. Beneath the scent of the xmas tree

My Father's Treasure

This had been my father’s town. We gathered together For an evening of fire. The gathering was habit, not discipline. We never traveled to imposing Africa Our mysterious seductions

Good Intentions

I am alive in the innocence of my mind

It Was Often I Saw Her

The bag lady is up to her sleeves in leftovers

Why do i stay now

oh why do i stay now you don't love me anymore now

Impersonating A Police Officer And More Journal Like Entry

This is like a journal entry by me my story "Bus Nine" I mention is available on here

Don't let your sad regrets be your reward

Don't let your sad regrets be your reward

The Road Guardian

His hand is a monitor in slower motion, swivels a dusty STOP sign

Going for Silver

Her lips met mine...not an ordinary kiss

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