The Shootings

Last year’s Orlando shootings followed by the November National 2016 Elections were tantamount to the events that informed my going underground and to a better footing of safety in a dangerous terroristic world changing, shifting, abandoning, losing me. The Depression ensued and it was terrible. Winter came and left. Spring came and left. Summer was […]

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don’t

tell me goodnight tonight don’t that would hurt you’re so beguiling i love you so, so much be well and love and light are your mantras you call yourself a “teacher” now what do you teach? How to document to fire your Lover?   don’t say goodnight don’t not tonight. that would be like having […]

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her hands

30 days hath september april, june and november from what summer did we have, now winter did it any of it ever take place any of it i wonder it was a dream perfect realism i was awake but briefly belabored breathing climbing to the top was it real was it real was it real […]

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if you forget me

If You Forget Me – Poem by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, […]

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