Plea For Help
Dear family, friends, U.S. Citizens, all of humanity: I am safe. I am alive. My heart is broken. Thank you for your concern. This...
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Space I see lonely as rare as a comet, today she burns in the sky, accenting the difference between me and her, me just wanting to...
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Look at Me I am painted in a picture among tired, weak French Quarter architecture. I press my fingers against my face and feel the...
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On The Outside Poet to Poet, pen in hand, we scribble against the common man at coffee shop one night stands reading our words few...
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Sylvy Anne Once I stood in the room where Poe wrote Annabel Lee, a dingy cottage suffocated by urban madness, formerly an asylum from...
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