Faces (A Poem)


Poetry

The past melted his face.

He’s sitting next to the magazines,

with their perfect, blotch-free faces;

but theirs don’t tell a story

like his; (cont)

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August 8, 2018

Wonder (A Poem)


Poetry

When you look and the three kings vanish…

When Out of the sky comes an unexpected ray of hope…

When it’s Nice not to know…

When you can Dream a dream to offer proof…

March 9, 2018