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Poetry

I maintain that poetry should hold both imagery and feeling throughout.

Moments at Balbec

She masked her face behind the outstretch of two hands,  all the while laying as close to me as possible.  Through tightknit pores and...

Constant Illusions

Across all times something  internal would force us together. And so I think back to our short scene,  a moment in time with no hold on...

Morning Hours

Each day reigns supreme,  possessing the blackness  left by what has been.  An unshakable energy moves  in the morning hours  that...

A Mass

Upon these waning mountaintops I felt the loss of you for the first time. Every notion staggers below with dull, opulent eyes flowing...

On Brahms' Fourth and You

In the opening measures I catch your eyes that seldom meet my gaze. They lie as gentle weather turns, darkening its layers. Melodies tell...

From the East

The night sky bore a deep internal blue, magnified by nothing except long-standing street lights that made the impression of stars,...

Poetry

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