the memory of rain what memory makes whole as if rounded by the thumb is that comfort at the marrow a tenderness found   ...

Untumbled Gem Sometimes I am rough like an untumbled gem, true essence hidden below the unc...

Notes to myself, good in any case Shorten the bad memories to lengthen your life Let embers of love and fire softly die Let...

Lange Woon ------- two poems Truth Comes Again Truth. It came,  passed, in an instant. 10 years more to state it. 10 more to ana...

BLUE NIGHT Gerald A. McBreen When you're not near the night is dark misty and blue I lay on pillows that once held...

the examined man  the reflective mind  knows some of the facts  acts on what seems reasonable  and explores different possibili...

Surprise Again, Not Really. Look for it. illusively. But It touches you. Unfathomly. You got that parking spot once again. You smile....

Think of it! How musicians hold sound inside their heads; how they rev it up, pour it out–– a temperature inversion blast...

Caught I saw her swinging in her freedom under my trees. Her innocence from four houses down had drawn her there. She...

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