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Straw into Gold 28 Mar 2011 | 11:03 am
It might be time I started Spinning this straw into gold Instead of hiding like A needle in a haystack Feeling bent and rusted Maybe it’s time I started Spinning straw into gold And give myself...
Mourning Season 18 Mar 2011 | 10:54 pm
Its true Shock is a state You cross it’s borders And wander in it for a time Like some some nightmarish holiday Then return home But mourning is a season It creeps in While you are away Like ...
The Fool 14 Mar 2011 | 01:59 pm
I am a fearful fool A fish dreaming of a hook A moth yearning for the flame Icarus has nothing on me Even with these broken wings I can’t shake those thoughts Of a new sunrise Loneliness turns ...
About the Weather 14 Mar 2011 | 09:57 am
Words escape me Maybe its the change of seasons My pages stand like Autumn trees Empty Save for a few lines of withered prose But even that is a weak metaphor In this evergreen town The morning...
Like Plastic 13 Mar 2011 | 10:56 pm
Sometimes I laugh When I feel like crying Sometimes I try to feel Nothing at all I eat for comfort Watch a glowing screen For distraction And shop For fulfillment But then Sleep flees My vo...
Flight 13 Mar 2011 | 10:54 pm
I’ve always loved wings The erratic aerobatics Of a butterfly Or the methodical hover and dart Of a dragonfly Never fails to catch my eye But it’s birds Soaring high on a thermal Or gliding fa...
Places to Go 3 Feb 2011 | 12:38 am
He is shuffling slowly Back bent leaning against the wall I’m in a hurry Places to go As I walk by He calls out Asks for help Fear in his old eyes He wont be able to make it To his car withou...
The Leap 31 Jan 2011 | 01:42 am
The easy certainty of adolescence Is beautiful and terrifying New adventures are embarked upon With the confidence of those Who live outside mortality Ideas are expounded in High contrast black ...
Wandering 28 Jan 2011 | 02:10 am
It’s nothing extraordinary But staring out of the Cafe window this morning The way the sun reflects off The shining black bitumen And the shrubs on the road divider Cast their silouhettes Makes...
Lost Dog 28 Jan 2011 | 02:08 am
Today I’m a lost dog Pining for an owner The indlugence of A bed to myself Can’t compensate for Waking up alone The waitress makes Eye contact and smiles When she brings my coffee And its all...
