San Francisco
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Hog Rider Alchemist (poem #401)
Silver flask full of alchemist’s liquor in a denim coat pocket, oil stained and torn. A fantasy come true, ever-lasting…
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The Sea (poem #400)
The sea opens up swallowing, cerulean waves crest and fold over my head, pulling me under. Thanks for reading!…
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Eyes Open Wide (poem #399)
Eyes open wide and dreams hold me together with the spaces between knowing and unknowing, a sight for the sore…
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Glories End (poem #398)
Moon, luminescent above me clear the pathway for me a shimmering line of silver lead me on, lead me on…
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My First Novel: Breaking Through (5/12/19)
A few days after my last post I had a breakthrough. I was working on my daily writing one morning and…
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Spring Storm (poem #397)
The clouds gather, a dark gray pulsating with electric anticipation, the sun peaks out between the thick clouds reflecting brightly…