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How to Feel When Your House Burns Down
The home you are raised in is a mother tongue. 
I was four when it was built, an...

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In the depths of his mind, a guy in enigma
Wandered through the haze of his own confusion
He had lost his way, and could not find...

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Every day, I sit at my window, waiting
I’ve stayed for you-
I will stay until you come home
And every time, you do
Every time, I jump into...

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A cowboy’s life’s not easy,
as he rides across the range.
His bed roll on the saddle; 
his spurs, they bang and clang.
A campfire is his cook...

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Can you see me or not, for I am Lost
I only feel salt and quick burning sting
Can you follow me into the ocean
I know you...

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She walks along the highway
wrapped in a blanket of hazy fog.
Ticking you can hear the clock,
the girl walks faster, her back to the moon.
the road...

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Grandma’s brown knuckles crinkled 
As she gently peeled the heirloom 
Potatoes, discarding the brown-
Skinned strips into the garbage
Bin. She was at home here, alive 
And...

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I seize time when funky drummer songs break
into my body robbing feeling of nerves making me fly
off floors with hips bouncing and shoes sweeping soot...

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To celebrate his new glasses,
home a nearsighted dragon, did fly.
the doctor had truly, helped his sight.
A party he’d throw, full of savories; 
on many delicacies,...

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Sometimes I get lost in my dreams,
just wanting to escape this stressful life. 
I lose my way in a garden full of flowers
and search for...

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Animal Freedom

A Christmas walk in soft sun of winter
Across crisp fields of umber and green,
A sharp breeze blowing with freedom
On their faces, aglow with the...

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Only 14 and eager to find love, she sneaks out at four in the morning
Persuading her best friend to come along – meet someone new
Hence...

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Enough Angelina, drop the bouquet of harebells.  
The flowers wilt as your graying hands stiffen. See, how grave
is our newborn son. We gift him...

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To find the girl that I’d love best (A Sestina, 19 May 2014).

I thought to set upon a quest;
One that would put me to the...

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Day has sunk and the old fisherman, like a well-trained athlete, rows his rugged boat.
Defying starry night's turbulent waves,
It cruises seaward, smooth and swift, like...

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