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A Clear View

Obstructing the view, a pepper tree must be cleared away. Sitting on the porch, I watch the branch removal operation as limb by limb they fall down. Where will the birds go? In the morning the fog lifts and light … Continue reading

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“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can … Continue reading

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Beginning’s End, Beginning Again

    In the flow, rapid and slow In the gaps, on the line-less Space to down the feather Comfort, gently caught in the   Breeze, tips brushing Tiny moments of meaning, until All evaporates and disperses  Into cloudy and … Continue reading

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Urban Fetus

Ecstasy, a pill a thrill
given in the closet.
(I know this after-hours place…)
Euphoria rave and
freedom by design.
We have no secrets. Continue reading

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