- Member since March 24, 2006.
- I have 8 comments, 456 poems, 5 stories
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There were ten or twelve of us lined up against the windows sitting in the dim shaking light sharing ten minutes of intimate moments with perfect strangers. The painstaking sil
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I am sitting here in a grassy knoll. Well more accurately some small speck of a park in an urban landscape; a breath of fresh air wedged between schools and high-rise apartment
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You and I were pressing hard against the aisle. Canned food, perhaps soup
and peas were digging into my spine and your face was so close to mine,600 words, 1 comment, August 20, 2004. In 200-1500 lines, Fiction -
I’d rather pretend that I am normal. Perhaps I could just pretend I am sane for a bit.
Maybe I could just smile at the man sitting across from me in that chair. The chair1000 words, 6 comments, February 8, 2003. In <200 lines, Depression
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it is strange how it is felt
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bird caught fence
wings bleeding -
city towers faded brick monuments replacements squeezed into property lines
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- ( feb. 2. a year later.) at allpoetry
it is strange how it is felt
by both of us, - bird/caught/fence at allpoetry
bird caught fence
wings bleeding - a contraction of land. at allpoetry
city towers faded brick monuments replacements squeezed into property lines
