New York
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Midnight in March
I sometimes wonder about the blood on Mars and the indigo stilettos on the streets of New York. The ‘tack, tack, tack’ sound against the sidewalk beneath the bourbon leaves of an autumn day as I look out my open window encased in old world brown brick with crumbling mortar. I’ve been trying to rid… Continue reading
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The Skyscrapers of Henry Miller
Airplanes streaking across the sky on the same warm summer day wrecking balls sexing up dirty brick walls all in the name of pain, windowpane Continue reading
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Shopping List Lost
The fair light peaks at dawn, this heart flattered by the rush, another perilous tick tock, another band of blue, in a seemingly endless veil of gray Continue reading
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