Letters to My Older Self

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A Letter to My Older Self

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On Gabriel’s Hill

Crack the opus on a seven day holiday in dubious luxury ashore on Louie’s terra firma with my Alexis. Take the Cherokee Express up to Garbiel’s Hill where it’s Baybaleanous – everyone punch happy on American Brew. Poetic Lana, a stoic angel, with none of the Beats today pours over a bid report next to [...]

The Trouble With Poetry And Other Things Resembling Poems Here In The Late Honda Dynasty

The trouble with poetry and other things resembling poems here in the late Honda dynasty all comes down to ballistics. The wind blows the apple that astonished Paris through the doors of my heart, stray home to the blue iris moon on the meadow, into mouths of white egrets following the Truro bear, but fails [...]

Go Glory, Go

Red hot jazz in a red hot summer no Bach around “O when the saints…” Dance safely Moonlight Missy Miss Blue Tye Dye not for the money like Dancing Jeannie or Kansas Kitty (what a smile!) for yours is a more elegant card. Dance a moon jam on slate under a classic moon. Dance to [...]

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