“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
An Ordinary Mind
My mind was absent. Sometimes, I wonder if it ever really existed? I try to think back upon more carefree times, but of those I can't
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The Leaves that Blow
A late autumn afternoon and I watch carelessly, each leaf falling from the maple tree that stands in my front yard. As the leaves float ever
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Emily's Revenge
It could have been easier, so much easier, if he had only decided on another course of action that late evening’s night. I ponder back on it now, and a thousand words of terror still haunt my mind. What was the
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Nothing So Real
Wading through such a torturous hell
Enlightenment, it’s all of which I now seek
With an anguish so annihilating
Imploringly I crave, an inconceivable release
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