Poetry
Sand
Sand is fleeting and it is permanent Each grain alone is weak and insufficient But together, they are strong...
It Must Be Cool Up There
to John "Goon" Amaro Missing you every day, I Promise to make you proud. http://www.santapaulafuneralhome.com/memsol.cgi?user_id=2062501
Loveliness
Speak with me. Look at me. Listen Talk And feel. Mushrooms fall in circles In this bright and open...
Painful Seconds
And within seconds, he was gone. Her tears rushed down his chest. A painful cry filled the room. I...
The Waste Land 2
The Waste Land II Part I: The Resurrection of the Living 1978 is the year of joy, dancing Sticks...
I Am Here
I Am Here I have been shifting in and out of consciousness as cars shift gears, accelerating on the...
A Field of Sunflowers
Sunflowers are the most grotesque of all fruit. They stare into me as if I were looking down the...
Minha Mãe (my mother)
She brought me into this world Alone, she for me, she Fought She was proud. Never ashamed. Alone,...
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