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Checking Out

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Someone Send Out A Search Party

Crows...writing exercise in honor of April /National Poetry month


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When People Go

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Wake Wake Wake

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Dream Goblins Of The Night

Wake And Remember

Unwelcomed Like So Much Unfinished Business

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All For Algernon

Weak In The Knees

The Finisher's Song

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

All Beings Considered

This Is It

Max on the max

I Long For Stars

Falling Leaf, Falling Man/Woman, Rising Star

So You Do (May 10, 2010 written for June 1987)

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If I Could Be The Sky...

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When Two Thoughts  Collide

when two thoughts run into one another
they unravel
leaving untidy ends

does the strange matter
I think it does
I notice it

does it notice me

life can be flashes of the weird
shadows and lightning
deep quarries mined for impressions
yet none of them stone

impermanence is like the drifting grains of sand
caught suddenly then let go
as you stand in the gathering storm of chaffe

re-edited November 14, 2016/ 3:56pm date/time stamp

Copyright July 1st 10pm 2016
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