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Last Rites, poem

There is always someone better, By margins, meters, measures, Someone younger, someone stronger, with more stamina, more hunger, Vocabulated education, or of better-bred relation, with some idea of etiquette and […]
Last Rites, poem

Poetry Is…

“Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.” – Carl Sandburg Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  featured photo: I didn’t have a picture of any […]
Poetry Is…

Got Freedom?

Do you live in a free country? Think about thanking God, and a Veteran. Has anyone in your family ever served in the military, fought in a war? Have you […]
Got Freedom?

The Reaper

I am the soul of November, Wandering down through the days, Reclaiming the ground for the Winter, to be born again in the Spring, In nights that grow ever colder, […]
The Reaper

The Art of Distraction

Darling dears, oh how they trouble me with all this nonsense and effrontery to every single sensibility to act as though we’re wedded to a cause without the mind to […]