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There are many old stories about the opacity of truth, the paucity of answers, the audacity of humans. They are …
Music sweeps us up in a gentle rise, a sirocco, a slight swaying of hips. Black and white in 1971 …
My grandfather’s hands are smooth, hard, polished stones. His once blue eyes now steel. Grandmother’s hair is the moon’s ashes, …
On difficult days I ask… Is it a dream, this milky sleepwalk from the sea? I used to believe in …
To see the snake there I am amazed I do not have to kneel on the wet ground. If a …
Our memories, once so sharp and short, now litter the landscape with the bones of our hopes. It is strange, …
This is an older poem with brand spanking new title… There was this once before the writing dried up and …
We learned it is less interesting to know …