well, they are gone, and here must I remain, serious as a star when only one star can be seen yet I am the one left looking, hearing your footfalls as they fade I am the one who always waits, and you, one of many who has found me by mistake returning next to my... Continue Reading →

The Breakfast Monologues

Blue, Red, Cream, and Silver Sensation cut into slivers Mingling at the tip of a spoon. I lick my lips and my taste buds quiver Maddened by that handsome bliss That triggers the most rapturous tune. The trick, I hear, is to take it bite by bite. Sunday mornings I sit out in the canopy... Continue Reading →

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