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Story Of The Footloose

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 or Falling

how did I get here? which way is upwards? you can tell from the rush of air if you feel … More

flying, humor, life, poem, poetry, rhyme, writing

Papering the Speed of our Breath

touch and go, barred window, oh quick spectacular rainbow! bunker beds, dingy hotel rooms, undocumented dorms that part of town … More

academics, literature, mystery, nature, poetry, theory, thinking, thought, writing

Fluid World: Voices

Things have been a little unusual lately… or so it would seem, had I not been paying attention and meticulously … More

death, escape, Fluid World, meditation, poetry, silence, syria, war, writing

Brittle World: Crumbles

loose nuggets of earth on my palm crumble as I clench my fist to punch the sky…. powdered, dry soil … More

Brittle World, dystopia, machine, nature, photography, poetry, technology, writing

find me

Who has been hiding under the bed , these lonely nights? I whisper, asking if anyone’s listening but no one … More

body, dark, money, protest, Real, truth, virtual, wealth, writing

Ecstatic

I have been disciplining my fingers for the longest time to suit your methods. My fingers have been following the … More

art, ecstacy, freedom, life, passion, photoart, poetry, writing

The Itch

Someone is standing outside the door and listening… I should pretend to be doing something that I am not, to … More

humor, paranoia, photoart, short story, silence, story, writing

Strange Woman: Summer Spirit

it has been a decade, perhaps more… I lived across the street from a strange woman. She would not be … More

inspiration, music, musician, nostalgia, photography, short story, story, summer, writing

A Polite Awakening

…as it so happens, tonight has been one such occasion when I (more often than now and then) find myself … More

absurd, humor, life, nature, pacifism, photography, writing

evening: low again

fragile, the strands that you pull out of my hands and dance, carefree as if all you needed was this … More

evening, love, melancholy, photography, poetry, sad, writing

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