“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
From My Despair (Bodie’s Call)
A clouded night blinds my eyes,
no stars to steer my course.
If not for the crashing waves,
the silence would be deafening
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The Lighthouse
The banks had been battered by the oceans waves, day after day, for years longer than I remember. I lived here, so the rage of the water crashing against the boulders lying
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