Monthly Archives: November 2011

“Conversations With Sparrows — A Terza Rima”

In solitude, I collect my tears in a fractured glass jar, while watching the imperfections in the walls observe me, conversing, with hundreds of tiny sparrows – near and far. My hands hold the side of my head, stabilizing my … Continue reading

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“Brave New World — A Petrarchan Sonnet

I float gently in these ipecac seas, admiring the clouds streaking the toxic skies, the cypress sprouting from water’s slime, and the trio of black zephyrs above me. Behold! The tenacity of this Lynchian scene wraps itself around my compound … Continue reading

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“Weeping Over Coffee and Napkins”

Could I exert my hands past the tempered glass for just a chance to touch you once more? Can I prove to myself you are not a ghost, or is the long-shot ambition too crass, and the idea only manifested … Continue reading

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Hearts Wrapped In Barbed Wire

“Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.” — Anonymous  I’m starting to wonder if the whole concept of being in a relationship with someone is just a way for me to keep inner … Continue reading

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