Tag Archives: memory

Unforgettable

I dug into that place where memories go when they die, the grave of yes and no there I found so many old moments defying every how every why of she and me. I talked to somebody who had been … Continue reading

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Not Necessarily In the Right Order

  Silent struggling in winter morning chatter over eggs too much keeping it all in old thrills gone to the dogs being together but apart traveling back in healing heart to when secrets were revealed voicelessly. The stages of love … Continue reading

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Pure Emerald Man

I would not gamble away one half-empty pocket at a time the rich alluvial patures grazed by the colorful and the invisible herds of observant white sheep or angels in the fields of emerald glory. I would not fritter away … Continue reading

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Barely Ready Yet

  Undressed unlit alone I saw a green wedding in the sort of imagination typical and stirred up among those who don’t and wouldn’t want to know better. As gangly legged as my kin from up north noble grasshoppers getting … Continue reading

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Lovely Moment

  It was a lovely evening just for a moment I was walking through the kitchen and heard the children whispering for that small slip of moment the night was sweltering I could smell the Cambodian food downstairs coming up … Continue reading

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Reordering

  How the eldest of wounds come around again cut bloodlessly and not hurting if nobody says so In spite of stirring up crimson sharp emotions troops march down the backbone bravely oblivious to Danger to innocents who may or … Continue reading

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Stones and Snapshots

  On top of a hill overlooking the confluence of two young rivers merging to endlessness So many photographs taken and lost who knows the cost of forgetting? The most colorful birds are found in the old cemetary rarely visited … Continue reading

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