Berce moi I am sitting on our second-hand couchlegs tucked under me, book in my lapI am only half-reading. I have two drinks on the bookshelf next to meOne hot…
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Because Free Range Just Tastes Better
Berce moi I am sitting on our second-hand couchlegs tucked under me, book in my lapI am only half-reading. I have two drinks on the bookshelf next to meOne hot…
Leave a CommentWhen we lay like this, quiet and still, my lover’s head resting on my breast, his eyes closed, his head rising and falling with my breath, overlapped with shorter wavelength…
Leave a CommentI’ll be your personal poet You be my reader and voice No one else ever need know it We’ll offer no other the choice I’ll be your personal poet I’ll…
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 rain from the sky it falls the beautiful notice it most of all the beautiful up from the earth they spring they bring us the sun in the bluest…
Leave a Commentone fry joint looks pretty much another they all really sorta look the same everybody knows you need to work there but no one seems to need to know your…
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…
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