It’s quiet without the quiet manThe one who never talksAlthough you seldom hear his voiceYou…
A POEM
whisper ferventlyas the sun rises and sets“I am good enough”
© Cynthia Marinakos 2020
Something — one mixes tequilaw/ 25 year-old Glen FidditchIt may be 1 or 2 in the…
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It’s the last pageThe legal pad is overAt a fast paceJust words have wandered offI just waited for them to…
When we emerged from the forest and beheld that endless column of towering dead…