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A dark and haunting poem Distant echoes, voices skilled, a funeral pyre of memories Remembering desires that Fate had stilled, haunting,...

Her life is a symphony onto itself. Her notes, be they high or low, cacophonous or discordant, mellifluous or melodic, mix together at...

O Magnificent Sky! We supplicate for the chance To behold welkin displays of empyrean radiance. Resplendent does not give equal fitting...

Twenty three from me, twenty three from her, a tapestry of life interwoven in a blur. Replicating fast, growing quite apace, what started...

On late summer nights clouds descend upon the mountains while storms flashing with lighting radiate like neon fountains. Within the foggy...

Within each of us are dark places, caverns of pain and loss of fear and insecurity, where we cautiously explore the depths of our...

How many walk among us that we don’t even know? The reclusive Picassos and downtrodden Van Goghs, The sequestered savants and homeless...

Here's a poem about the burning of the Connahaynee Lodge. Mountains, sky, field and rocks Timbers and nails, woolen socks Paths and...