leaving us
poet of desire (book now available) i believe in spirits of the dead they don’t haunt me but around me they swirl if I take a moment to say hello i…
as the night cools
as the night cools as the night cools and the lights swirl in the waves i imagine your voice telling me something whispering about spain about kisses about a moment…
how to let you go
how to let you go how long will i look for a face among the throng roaming the whole foods beer section and notice an absence missing in action gone…
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