Category Archives: Poetry

For Lena

What memories did you take with you to Heaven last night, which dreams?  I wonder.  Is there a piano there for you to play? I remember your small apartment: plastic on chesterfield.  And trinkets (dusted twice weekly) sparkling on preordained … Continue reading

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Prose on Pome

I think this will be the last pome I write for a long time.  I like the words, but lack the patience to read it. In my opinion, prose is much superior to poetry.  The best writers mix genres anyways: … Continue reading

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The Night: (Different incarnation, this time)

Tonight, standing in front of full ocean brunt underneath hazy sparkle of dims, the sky, finally in her dark, muted whisper, revealed a best kept secret to ever listening, half deaf ear. Her voice, filtered through tiny pinholes that only … Continue reading

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