Your Metaphorical Heart
This one is brilliant.
Dancing genuine dances.
Eyes blush, roll
Poems
Forever Moon Skies
What each night sky knows
Each sunrise lacks.
A Certain Sad
Sad today.
That welcomed warm sad.
The sad you want
Binary Poetic
What’s Poetry gonna do about it?
This Bay Window
It is definite just before death, I will rest my
Country Eyes
The first Saturday morning in October at Massabesic Lake.
The
It Is What It Is
We feel so uncomfortable
Saying the word soul.
She's Afraid to Hope
She's afraid to hope.
The spider in my
All of Her Poetry, Still
I didn’t know Mary was dead.
(No one told
Scroll Down and Forget 'em
Snow last night.
Treetops
Rooftops
Road signs
Topped
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