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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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Hideous is a Word

Hideous is a word reserved for the kind of beauty seen only by experience when it comes you endure the scraping of what you are on what you were. Rubbing my scalp and hamstrings playing through my kitchen’s air appropriate … Continue reading

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Time Shrieks

The ball is hit to centerfield and I run for it. My eyes bounce up and down in my confidence. The runner on first is rounding second bass. Time shrinks and expands and so do I. What effect does pressure … Continue reading

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