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Continue ReadingA Breeze is a Whirling Dream/The Guitar, a poem…
I waft into the backyard at 5 o’clock where a blind psychic senses me before I sense myself Her face pickles, her ire stinks …
Continue ReadingDream poems published in Harpy Hybrid….
“Tornadoes” and “Pampered” A couple of poems of mine published in Harpy Hybrid http://www.harpyhybridreview.org/issues/issue-8-5-summer-2022/#
Continue ReadingA Minute Before Midnight, a dream poem….
A Minute Before Midnight In the bed of a river that runs no more there’s a flash and I wake sitting in sand Pat …
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