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An Attempt to Free This American Soul from Materialism
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I Have Seen

It’s here in these early morning nighttime silences under shadows of abandoned office buildings— solitary light in the […]

09/12/2019 Poetry, prose poem

Silent Nights

He’s a fugitive walking through the neighborhood. Trapped in the town he’s running from. Choruses of frothing loam […]

30/11/2019 Poetry, prose poem, Writing

Washed Out

I saw her again, this time standing on the sidewalk, no bags, or cart or anything to own. […]

25/11/2019 Poetry

It’s like

It’s likethat time, remember, you drifted through the crowd with purpose and ease. You saw every way forward, […]

14/11/2019 Poems, Poetry

Then the Millennials

Everyone was having a good time. Enjoying their food and drinks and conversations. Then the millennials walked in. […]

08/11/2019 prose poem

Yeah But, Who’s Listening?

Words —We have enough words, but have we got enough people willing to listen. To really listen. It’s […]

07/11/2019 Poetry, prose poem

The Scene at Caffè Lieto (biscuit bitch)

travelers stand next to 9-5’ers who line the sidewalk, street-side no parking ’til 9 a.m. Music thunders out […]

02/11/2019 Poetry, prose poem, Writing
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