The Winding Path

“When did you know you were lost?” he asked (so wise), Since he’d been there and back, a long time yore he’d gone too far astray, his sad demise lay fossil-like: a starfish washed ashore. His journey was circuitous, yet sure of his intent, he forged beyond the seams, To sear the fabric, cutting to the […]

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Clarity

  The first time she was lost, an injured bird, She’d wondered where she’d erred, how this could be, Accepting blame, she bought in to ‘absurd’ With opened arms, the truth had set them free. He looked into the mirrorwall; saw “he”, She saw; minds had met, they’d saved the day, The days becoming years, […]

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An Engineer’s Journal: June, 2001 – Turning The Page

“Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.” they haunt me still, Years were cut abruptly, I regret, His callous satisfaction, feigned conceal. To some he was a buddy, someone real But I, a distaff staffer, stood outside, I chuckled not at vulgar chats, but steeled myself, though reddened cheeks I […]

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Interstitial

    *********** By considering this most improbable possibility, I venture into uncharted waters; terrified and titillated by the, heretofore, unacceptable reality. I suspend my disbelief, daring to acknowledge that since eleven twenty-two, I’ve been dangling helplessly in an interstitial, inescapable slice of trapped time. ************   This is linked to yeah write. Have all […]

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Happy “Birth” Day

“Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold”, and yet his sister, Spring, crept near, A quickening within, imbued a calming peace, I teetered on the brink; embraced my fear. Months of wafting breezes through the sheers, Unfolding rainbows, blinking on the billows, Nestled soft within by cushioned cashmere, Even as I lazed beneath the willows. […]

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Out-takes

As I lean back to peer into the grueling, I see (what others may have seen) too late: “Two young hares, rump to rump, like dueling pistols crouched by the gate,” we wait. We chose this path, this charted course our fate, Now a dim-lit, mono, spliced-out scene, A somber retrospective; love and hate as […]

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