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In the U.S., we've come a long way environmentally. Rachel Carson's ground-breaking book Silent Spring practical...

summer cramped London girls in white lacey tank tops fill salt museums 

Imagine this, some silly little fuck with dimes in his eyelids and a bright blue rain jacket on dredging through ...

living life in regret will only make it longer yet life without any flys by without importance   my life a...

Birds are strangely singing Way too early or way too late I know you though You laugh as we fight over The road, bu...

T here’s no going back. Not after you’ve reached that point of no return. It can be explained by a ...

  Inspiration is every  time  I see you  I have a new idea

Of the legends they tell A hobo who did well Down through the Lore they speak Of his magical week  ...

In her little white dress, she would run to the oceans side. Tears streaming down her face she was alone, and no one ...

    Outside the age-old trees  browned bark and whispering leaves passing between unknown message...

Glaring intently at the empty glass before him, Anthony mutters, “Fuck the girls in Vegas.   That girl...

Ann’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, fingers losing blood flow from the pressure. White kn...

I. that one day we were    sitting inside a closing    coffee shop. you smiled. II. I smile...

a mane of lions in the garden shed, playing with the faucet wasting all my precious water while i am masturbating to...

A blind man walking, Without verification, Manages to walk.

The world was the past, And I will be the future. Focus is present.

My faith grows stronger as seemingly supposed things become evident.

Many enemies, Closer than my dearest friend, Lie within my mind.

My ultimate end Will be the realization Of my cherished dreams.

This small, useless hole, The scar of my crying birth, Can still be my life.

I don’t want to be a silk-screen generic, only a Rasta-gem, bold in red, green, yellow. Fused reggae rhythms i...

Machete what I’ve dreamt about and what is realistic. What’s really important? What’s ferris whe...

Our love is alive, adaptive in its element, constant in its existence. We, a...

I want to revel in the power of me, a born rebel, really. My parents would agree to that. Lemon twist martini.

The House wobbles on its forelegs. Suddenly unfounded and dizzy, it weeps in unsettling snaps and pops. A neighborly...

I became a burglar by chance, yeah the chance to put some money in my pockets,and not be broke.  But many ti...

Every wave in the darkness is rising, Bringing with it the mysteries hiding In the repetitions in the back of my memo...

A man stands over his bathroom sink, Balancing two, truthful sliver On the tips of his outstretched fingers. He...

I strolled from the opera house beaming And was met by a man. He was an old man He had only three black teeth I...

I am just a speck of dust inside a giant’s eye. And here I sit, grounded and part of the dirt beneath my toes....

We are tiny organisms on a gigantic planet. Nothing is connected, nothing is relevant, and ultimately, nothing matte...

your eyes speak volumes. better than any poem could express. you tell me i do the impossible that i melt cold he...

News headlines today are polluted by images of drunken celebrities and misbehaving sports stars. Michael Vick goe...

I let you into my living room at 3 a.m. Yeah, it was a little strange but you didn't have to say so seven times. ...

I imagine your soul has the same blue-black color of your eyes providing an ink-well helping you speak in unque...

She shines past others like a ruby solitaire And she stands a pillar against sullen skies. Her dance is weightles...

among the faded paper figures stand erected the acoustics scrambling in the dark looking for what should be there...

She holds her life in calloused hands As she locks her apartment door—once, and again, Then clasps her fing...

I grew up listening to Meat Loaf, Bob Seger, Bruce Springsteen. The attitude in their voices, the honesty in their l...

I use the phrase like a probe “the truth is” I write the words I speak the words I think ...