For John Morgan, who stood up for the rights of his fellow people – even the ones who irritated him. From time immemorial, people have told stories of giants.Through those…
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For John Morgan, who stood up for the rights of his fellow people – even the ones who irritated him. From time immemorial, people have told stories of giants.Through those…
1 CommentSal Guad wakes up angry
writes the poetry of swords
dreams, weary and exhausted
and steps back to the fight.
Big Sister and Onee-Sama are different. Big Sister’s eyes are brown. Warm, Bright Brown. Brown like savored chocolates. Brown like the logs in the fireplace. Brown like a wooden cottage…
Leave a CommentBack in 1997, my wife grew tired of my bashing her country music tastes and challenged me to pen a country song myself, if I thought it was so easy. …
Leave a CommentYes. But then again, No. I mean, perhaps, on Saturday, if it’s fine. But it probably won’t be. Soon, though. Very soon. Promise. And no phones this time. For once.…
Leave a CommentThe old ghost of Old Oxford Rd, he “fell off his horse,” so I’m told… But his wounds look quite vicious, which makes me suspicious that they just might have…
Leave a CommentMy eyes, they are not closing My eyes, they will not close Until I look for one more hour on your face. My limbs, though they grow heavy My limbs,…
Leave a CommentHaving visions of my visions of my baby drinking coffee making something out of nothing making visions out of coffee out of splendid brilliant chasms filled with coffee filled with…
Leave a CommentYou’ve never really travelled, until you take the train over trestles, under mountains, moving with your mother under caverns of the sky, your measured steps, with every boot are like…
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