Poems
I don’t claim to be a poet, but here’s some bite sized samplings of my experimentation.
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The Lie of Time
We always think we have more time, or maybe that’s just me. Until one day we run out of it. We live in our bubbles,…
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A Favorite Place
The gravel crumbles under the weight of my boot. Dust fills the air, until the wind sweeps it somewhere else. A light breeze rustles the…
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Sweet Dreams
We all have that one room. The one where when you were a child, you never thought it would change. This room would be forever,…
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Next In Line
It was a warm August afternoon the first time I saw her. Sweat trickled down my spine, absorbed by my thin t-shirt. We were all…
Life's A Movie 