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What is Love: sestina

Is love a thing that lasts, or a mere trinket, a toy that fascinates until it bores, a passing fancy, or eternal compact between two souls and never any more, a gift from gods above, or social stricture meant as … Continue reading

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The Use of Dreams: rondine

What is the use of dreams devoid of action, that linger on as hopes before they die; and while they last, convince us if we try that in the end we will find satisfaction. Such wistful shadows taunt us to … Continue reading

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Salt of the Earth

Imagine a person made completely out of salt. If that person chooses to be immersed in the ocean, their very being is absorbed by the sea. Once their head is beneath the waves, no distinction can be made between their … Continue reading

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How Many Times?

for Johnny Cash How many times must I repeat the same old tired line? How many times can this old heart be broken and be fine? It doesn’t take a genius to opine the odds are bound to take a … Continue reading

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Not Much of Everything

What is belief except a means to reach beyond the limits safe within our grasp to learn from the unknown what it may teach? If in that fertile darkness, courage fails, as well as our illusions of defense, what is … Continue reading

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No Shaman Left to Heal Our Tribe

Come, dig the grave, but not too deep; the eighties were a shallow time. We spent a decade just to learn how to maintain appearance’s sake and delve with questions, off-the-cuff, in cocktail conversation bluffs. Come, dig the grave, the … Continue reading

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Cause Without a Rebel

I have no cause to champion that’s worthy of a flag, bedecked with symbols meant to stir like-minded souls to arms; no psycho-babbling sycophants pore through my work to find some mystic key that might unlock their esoteric core. if … Continue reading

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