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Her hands hold An old photograph Fingers touch The image, faces Shadows on paper Burned in silver In a moment of light. I cannot see My sisters face, But are these tears In both our... More »
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I heard you call, in long past Hours of forgotten August. You were quick and pretty then, Before the seasons gift was spent. You call me still. . . My love still, calling, You gave... More »
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Each day begins with a great spiral arc. Time turns gravity around our mindstream. We each choose our own moment when to start. Seldom does an instant happen when it seems. If prophecies and calendars... More »
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I spend most of my home time sitting in a tattered modern office chair in front of an antique roltop desk. I do most of my writing here. Years ago, my Grandparents used this as... More »
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If poetry could pick apart the atom, Unravel D.N.A., or stop old age, It's value could be measured with a gauge And read so clearly anyone could fathom The full five feet of every line... More »
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I found this shell, a fragment on the sand; A poets perfect spiral cracked by time, Crushed by tides, abandoned on the shore. The gulls were done with what had lived within. The striped shell... More »
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Great history books Scattered by late summer storms, Pages in a field, Like empires' ancient ruins, Blown before the winds of time
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