Poetry
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Free Hand #92 (the crack in the wall)
The crack in the wall, it begins to tear and crumbles over the years. Th pain fades and chips off…
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Free Hand #91 (Forgetting to the Beat of War Drums)
My poems have been all over the place recently, this is no exception. A rhythm pulsating and cold, let us…
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Free Hand #90 (Sylvia and others)
The words in my mouth grow stale and I think of Sylvia, and think of Woolf how they countered so…
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Free Hand #89 (What the World Does to Me)
What the world does to me, how can I be anything other than what you see? Thank you…
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Free Hand #88 (Silence and Glance)
The space between the words a pause, that can silence or rip a apart, a person, with the same severity…