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Thinking

Poem   How many times will you break my heart? How many times? You have already set us apart. How many times will we make amends? How many times I will just laugh out...

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As Is the Beginning, Is the End

Short Story   Jeanne Ann Westveer was born in 1935. Jeanne married John Frederick Girard Rooks in 1960. She is the mother of my mother, making her my grandmother. When I’m writing this, my...

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Finite Set Of Steps

Poem   Deeply so you may tell yourself of love Of other worlds Awestruck, being only the thing You can claim to have hit Accuracy never the strong suit Matching with those shoes Color...

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Animal Dilemmas – Camel Moth

Short Story The Queen Moth crawled up the crack in the rock into the light and flew up in the hot desert air. It circled the large rock that was its kingdom and the...

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A Yard House Encounter

The beer sampler at the Yard House comes in six 5-ounce glasses. That’s a duce shy of two pints. Chris and I down them while we share an appetizer of boneless buffalo wings with...

beautiful love poems 2

Words Are Hollow

Love Poem   After days and nights, many fights, days of spring and summer, auburn fall and colder winter. All the battles we fought together! All dawns we spent and laughed! Friends and smiles...

Rebellion Poems 0

The Rebel

Rebellion Poems   My father once warned me That the rebel within me Will cause nothing but trouble. Maybe that is exactly what I need To feel alive again While the dawn is approaching...

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Writing Counterpoints

More than twenty years ago, I sat on a faded beige, chrysanthemum-patterned couch in New City’s first expresso bar, Caffeine Jones. Sipping hot cappuccino, I channeled my angst though Natalie Goldberg’s write-practice drills, filling...

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The Dreamers

Poem   Artists are dreamers anyways They were born to dream Artists are creators anyways They will leave their mark in each and every way Give them a word, and they will turn it...

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A Rose on Kostenka Street

Poem   Someone dropped you (a rose,) on Коstenka street: I found you while I tramped the crunchy road, As I skidded on Karaganda sidewalk-sleet, Down the snowy, boot-printed lane, Shivers slinging from my...

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Wild Card

Spoken Word   Friction; taste Light it Freebase had its moments Turned-up blazer lapels And colorful dyed ends on Hair twenty years young Synthesizers all tongue-kissed The same, in their metallic way Brought on...