piano solo

The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.

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Sunday Morning Lover

a sunday kind of love (don’t ever go)   can’t lie (waiting just to love you) if i say that i love her (the look of love is in your eyes) and when i kiss her good morning (the look of love is on your face) seal it with a kiss (a look your smile […]

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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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Fall

I feel Fall and am compelled to her, haphazardly, clumsily. Beyond August into coolness, peace – a blameless place. September brings with it cooler mornings and yellows, golds, reds and browns and the kudzu is fading down off the Pines it has strangled with vines. October my birthday and birthday anniversaries galore and on to […]

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