all the tortures (excerpt)
He slunk as he whispered it: “Don’t do this.”
Category: randomness
climb
Are clouds good for skipping stones? I’d like to know…
the poet: a community interaction
Read me with a genuine desire to see me.
dublemma
It’s been a little too quiet in here…
tiza (excerpt)
The children…called him “Tristeza del Padre.”
in the meantime
My heart abruptly, but softly, suggests, “Tell her.”
foreigner
The past is a foreign country…
the first rungs
Regardless of what, in whom or how you believe, faith is conceptually necessary.
i am poetry
I am poetry.
the drive (original, with commentary)
That day, as I recall, seemed so accursedly longer than most…
quiet legacy
The path through fatherhood may look like a ball of knotted yarn…
sarcasm has a crush on the truth
They don’t look the same, taste the same or smell the same…completely, unanimously, inarguably different…
first
Love is insatiably selfish…
missed marks
Hope has no mark missed more markedly…
the strength of ten men…
I have a mind to sling it, in the most physically awkward and ridiculously violent way…
heartache
True heartache is a restless, hissingly dangerous snake…
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