This isn’t a listto tell you how to live your lifeThis isn’t a pieceto profit from the strife
Writing is but one facetof the diamond that is you.What knowledge is more tacitthan words you bear as true?
for Tre L. Loadholt, and all artisans of peace
(a haiku)
trapped in black and whiteyou barter hope for umbragetrue colors are seen
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Even if you can’t see it,
People think they’re going to live’til they’re eighty-something, if they’re lucky.What does luck have to do with it?Is it luck…
(little prose poem)
Gray dog, leashed in a Starbucks,how do you stand it?Amid the smells of a human world —…
inspired by In the Middle of this Nowhere