Life Spring

I’ve glimpsed the soul of ‘Life Spring’ as it huddled Doubt filled, hurting, twisting in the dark She ponders my intentions and befuddled Imagines that I won’t maintain the spark   Exquisite she, though flawed and prone to finding - Reasons to distrust the love in me Trying to surpass the past’s un-windings Disavowing dreams …

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Myself

There is a very common phrase in the self-centric lexicon of language: “I found myself wanting her”. This is an unambiguous enough, arousal based, bit of self-expression. I cannot fathom the level to which it may resonate at the heart of a woman but as a man it is, generally, barely denim deep. Men are …

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Medieval

He was certain he knew ‘better’ when he saw it – and he saw it in the mirror. He saw it in those ‘just like him’. And with that thought - the bridge drew faintly up from the road. Intolerance was his second nature. Learned in biased company. Feeding him now at his roots. The …

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Appleside

The holes in my hands had finally healed When my cart caught the gutter and shattered a wheel And strewn by the roadside my apples all lay But I’m doing all right… It’s just one of those days   I sat on the curbside and twiddled my thumbs The Blind man just laughed, when he …

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