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Tag Archives: Poem
A New Original Poem: “There’s something dark…”
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A New Poem | “May’s River” (Part Deux)
You tore on past the river’s flow. Now I know, now I know. You walked from the house’s door into the snow An instinct to let go, to let it go. The menagerie fortress tower looms larger by the hour. Talking … Continue reading
A Poem | Scarlet Fever
I want to become the flower Drinking a hawthorn berry shower. I feel that the painting is alive That I could jump inside and live a life. The love you want resides inside a flame Burning Jerusalem to the coast … Continue reading
Poem | “Thunder Painting”
Don’t be desireous under White Mountain. The river’s tall feathered tail Will blast you into the crag’s milky fountain. Will whisk you away To a faraway place In the steam boat’s desert Sun, Buried beneath a 17th century ruin. You … Continue reading







