Walking with the Wild As I make my way to ocean’s edge, the sea raises its voice. The wind puts its mouth to my ear. Along th...

  Prague The photo shows me sitting in the old Jewish cemetery behind my office At Charles University, not far From where go...

POETIC EPIPHANY #2 I remember Patrick McCabe, Sort of a cross between Charles Baudelaire and a young John Waters (Bart Baxter...

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Feelings deep inside me There is something I feel for her; It is deep and warm and it floods my body and soul; It keeps me af...

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Strolling white lady walking her white dog black crow beak full of something stolen from garbage both headed for home....

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She thought She thought maybe she could love me But she was caught between comfort and chaos She thought she could have it and ea...

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