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Story Of The Footloose

In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.

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Flying

slowly, we drifted downhill… late in the evening… should have been wearing something warmer, it’s cold… down there in the … More

beauty, dream, flying, heart, mountains, photography, poetry, writing

friend, hand and heart

why have you been hiding your hands behind your face, my friend… your eyes are beautiful, but it is your … More

art, dance, death, friendship, love, nature, poetry, truth, writing

fever; momentariness

Charming, you present me your presence withholding the lines, nary a complete you a ghost to my touch, a shadow, … More

autumn, death, fiction, life, photography, poet, poetry, promise, spring

My Heavy Heavy Friend

Where would you find me, if not lying curled up and small beside the book of your wild poetry… night … More

beauty, dark, desire, freedom, night, photography, poetry, truth, writing

Morning Light; Sleep Returns

sleep had abandoned me quite early last night, it had hardly been the midnight hour… books piled upon books by … More

cosmos, morning, nature, night, photography, poetry, sleep, writing

A Dark Room

What does one say about the insanity of a dark room… flamboyant voices with extraordinary clarity have tried to reason … More

dark, darkness, insanity, Madness, photography, poetry, writing

Poetry and Gleaming Swords

a waterfall, your hair while the world burns outside while maniacs exchange threats across continents and oceans I think of … More

love, photography, poetry, war, writing

Longing for the Cold Outside

sometimes, a soft brush of longing right under my collarbone spreads like water, warm water on my chest and spreads … More

dream, fantasy, longing, love, music, photography, poetry, sensual

Daisy Child

in the mountains, daisies wild laying down on grass green sun bright in your eyes earth moist on your thighs … More

beauty, love, mountain, nature, photography, poetry, wild

What Wasn’t in the Shadows

What had been the most eager subject of our wonderment was shadows, and shadows of all kinds… we would see … More

absurd, fiction, life, light, photography, poetry, shadow, story, writing

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