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Approaching Paris

Let me climb inside this hole and die Then maybe there’s an end To all the pointed barbs I feel— Sebastian bleeding in his field— And all the Hydra-headed Hope That proves to be No more than Just Pretend. What … Continue reading

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Stretched on the Horns

He sat beside the Woman he loved inhaling her essence savoring the melodic timbre of her laughter enrapt in adoration of her iconic profile aware she had him tied and bowed and neatly filed in the Friend cubbyhole and wondered … Continue reading

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Opening gambit

I’m mulling around some ideas, some themes that I want to explore. I wrote this, real quickly tonight.  It just touches on the themes.  I’m sure more will follow. I call it: A Gasp from Lazarus You make me want … Continue reading

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