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From the grass bed, cotton fluffs of white swirling past shadowy ebbs and crests of green hills.   Dots of trees fringe the edges of reverie in the wind. I’m wide awake   asleep daydream embracing splashes of red soft velvety blossom full under the warm sun.   Free spirit flowing with the world shifting [...]

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It’s like a white plate. Soiled and you try to wash it afloat with suds of soap and rinse repeatedly at the sink.  Letting it dry and wait until the film of water subsides down into its gleamy surface. You try to contain the glister.  The immaculateness of being  unbroken, unsplintered.  Fragile.   It’s like [...]

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We walk along the beach to see the happy couples like us staring at the ocean. And see how the waves come and go subduing our blues, buried under the sand. Did we become a tourist of our own, devoid of pleasure on being together? We walk like solitary man and woman glancing sideways, avoiding [...]

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Imagine yourself playing the part. The melody in a slow tempo touching the white bones in mine. The blank spaces glide filling the staves into octaves where rhythms of silence are aching to be heard.   The approaching train in locomotion slowly halting to a rest and the muse steps out in a sudden hush. [...]

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She took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket. A handwritten note she would read again. Then say, “He loved me and I still believe”. “He is from Oregon, an American”.   She hid this keepsake along with a photograph.  Of a white man smiling, in uniform, besides a military truck. Her fingers [...]

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She sits in the zenith of her charm as her hair cloaks an icy landslide. By the lake reflecting her forbearance-a glaciated countenance. In the coldness of her white impaled heart. She falls from grace.   She quivers for a fragiled balance of power crashing down the slope. Deeper into the boulders are little rivers [...]

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No hero’s welcome. No grand parade. Is waiting for the door left ajar. Only its creaking sound breaks the silence. And the breathing air of some familiar spirits. I am once- a familiar visitor in this house.   All that remains are lifeless forms who have patiently waited here Am I? Like a hermit crab [...]

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