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Forever framed in my mind Are the flowing colors, Coursing through the city Through the neon-blazed dusk ~ Along with every curse and complaint sung out Into the steam of summer nights Before their parched words combust ~ Even fists swung in rage The moving parts of humankind The strained words lovers leave Before…
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Floating through a quiet space Beyond the rumbling salvos Perched high in the mountains Far away and at ease ~ Forgotten skylines glow And roar infernal, The enclosing ring Of grieving embers ~ Wailing up the steep walls Of this parcel of Eden Are the hollow hearts of mothers Who roam from their beloveds ~…
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Deflated in the aftermath Of my selfish struggle This war scorches on Raising plumes of denial ~ For the kind eyes of strangers The stray remarks of travelers, The graze of their affections Feed an ever burning sorrow ~ I hold on to every praise Through the onslaught of memory When the outer world is…
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I must extended a huge thank you to the book reviewer, Rose Auburn. They recently wrote a long review of my poetry book, The Wind Through the Trees at Night. You can read the review here: https://bit.ly/3vppSLB if you wish. I cannot express how appreciative I am enough. The book is free of charge and…
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Love is on an upswing Taking off on a soft April breeze Gliding high Featherlight As the jealous ground seethes ~ A hero’s broad arc glimmers So fearlessly ablaze Prison walls are razed to dust By the joyous screams of praise ~ The song fades with the dusk As sparks rain in the dark…
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Locked away In my mother’s prayerful stare The one I’ve worn since birth A heavy silence falls As tragic binds melt and run ~ They pool around my ankles Spilling down through the gutters To quench the kindred thirst Of some far away dreamer ~ I surrender every lie Hissed out of alleyways I…
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To where do I roam In the snows of this hereafter Behind the rising smoke Of a train’s farewell? ~ This new emptiness expands Quieting, the pulse of the wild With its veil And the mad wind’s roar ~ Without the warmth of her stare Without the flight of her words Without the golden…
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A gift From the blue spacious day Familiar rhythms descend Stirring marrow deep ~ Reunited As once safe and solid ground, gives and gives To the rising of the tide Beneath the full moon’s rays ~ We carry on conversations Spun in ancient times Seeking swift backroads To our claim beneath the stars ~…
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Ridicule’s ghostly laughter Burrows into the soul Resurrected from silence From the cold ground’s embrace ~ Its shadows stalk through daydreams Breathing ancient slurs As a casual sigh Slicing from the inside ~ With a deep breath We stagger back to humanity’s wrath Returned to the journey Upwards and through the white stars ~ Until…
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I want to thank Julia Hones at My Writing Life for taking time out of her schedule to review my book, ‘The Wind Through the Trees at Night.’ Feedback like this should never go unappreciated. The review can be found on Julia’s blog (Linked in the book cover below.) where she regularly posts her original…
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