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I grumble between loads Rereading paperbacks faded by my constant thumb I feel the reassurance, the metallic hum --of rinse cycle, of tumble dry Staring between the lines, discovering “West of Eden” Wondering if Harrison ever got laid? My ears burn for the sound, melodic, a hasty causeway to souls Tunneling towards Tong-Du –Chong, to surprise a sleeping enemy Of starch and double knit, beyond the hopes of now faded blues And red-hued whites, a shrinking in my midst, and I fold onward Sitting ...

Over the sea foam tops Waves surface unintentionally Falling to the world, with the sound of thunder upon the silence of the world. Rose-hued Scallops, tumble along the rise Dancing for un-timed moments, in water clear Endless following the whispers, of beaten paths. The one legged gull, Floats alabaster with the wind Silent strider of gossamer sun streaks, With the promise to only witness the world. Sand fills planted feet, Toes dancing among the sand-crabs, pray tell, Burrowing for solace c...

I follow the footsteps set into place long ago , by the ghost of you In which I play the host sending out invitations to the heart, beating to one For you , for me. A risk seeing the future, again to call the adepts of Delphi, asking the constant For what might-have-been…. In a sad never-was tribute to the kings of loss and the followers of Rubican

~the bright red conclusion escapes me, to fosters images of cold imagination, and yet to see you , smile December white frees collapsible memories, expanding under amber waves of trapped in red Reminding of pheasants meandering along the roadside (soot sparing the plumage of riverine greens and hot-scotch blues) And frozen ground , bare of its hay, and alfalfa, grey and aware. Fermenting the bitterness, as images reflect towards me along the passenger side. Digesting hard facts, evoking the t...

If life was any easier , war crimes would be a game show