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Shedding Your Skin

On the Wings Of A Bird

My Heart Knows Him Still ( For TLP)

Liminality



NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

Not My Season

Belle Du Jovan

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

A Man Of The Clouds

Sometimes In Losing I Have Gained A Lot

Informed Through Pain

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

I Will Return

TONIGHT

Expect Yourself

When My Blues Are Gone

The Factory of Resentments

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

Didn't You Learn That First Lesson In Kindergarten?

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

Accountants

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

Open Lines

You Got Your Lilly Back

Errands (WHAT ARE YOUR UNOFFICIALLY APPOINTED ERRANDS?)

the earth is our mother

Marinate On This

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The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)


a blue plastic bag
went rolling along the tracks
pushed along by the wind

"keep rolling..."
it told itself
keep rolling-as if
it had a choice

this wasn't a playful ballet
the blue bag being insubstantial
with no tether to tie itself down
no help forthcoming

it had to try
to hold onto itself
believe that the winds would die down
or change directives

there's nothing quite like
change
and how one day
it simply
shows up.


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