On Poetry…

A poem offers nothing But an escape To ponder inquiries the of eternities Like time spent by the lake Though never to be answered It rears its ugly head: Why? Why a lake, why a poem, why a moon, why a sky Or why-OH WHY -must everything die The busy earth by the lake Appears... Continue Reading →

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The lady on my TV speaks with excited strain pitch poised perfect pretention so shrill it pains my brain behind foundations of youth painted all over her face the rosy red shame conceal the years erase the grace and daft today, she explains mental health awareness holding back disdain so proud and in control she... Continue Reading →

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