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THE FACTS, a response to 'a boy's fate..' an n.y. times article about a book about a tired lying theme

We've been here before. So this time, let's do it your tabloid way. Senator Sanders was my friend. He called me "the greatest lover in the world." He...
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Garden Poem

I say a blessing in the half-dark, which is the passing pathos in which I live always with a question mark the garden's golden light grows into the...
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'into my own parade' haiku set

mythed and masked on the perverse stage of 'beat,' fame but scrambles us many future men had high highs and bleakest lows seeking sable skies

Who I am; Where I come from Pt. 1

My parents met at a coffeehouse in Ashland, Oregon; My half-brother Jeremy spilled a bowl of cheerios and my dad Eric Nelson volunteered to help...

Blue Roses Haiku Set

Hermes slips over the green morning hills to light the stirring valley Men forsake blankets and soft arms to grind coffee: the day's race is sprung...

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