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Poetry
I maintain that poetry should hold both imagery and feeling throughout.
Morning Hours
Each day reigns supreme, possessing the blackness left by what has been. An unshakable energy moves in the morning hours that...
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A Mass
Upon these waning mountaintops I felt the loss of you for the first time. Every notion staggers below with dull, opulent eyes flowing...
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Mar 182 min read
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On Brahms' Fourth and You
In the opening measures I catch your eyes that seldom meet my gaze. They lie as gentle weather turns, darkening its layers. Melodies tell...
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From the East
The night sky bore a deep internal blue, magnified by nothing except long-standing street lights that made the impression of stars,...
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Mar 181 min read
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