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Category: Prose

A Promised View

She sits at the edge of the world Unconcerned with my silent inquiry In peaceful examen Contemplating All Serene in her surrender To the known and unknown Welcoming a future […]

I am like the river

I wake, alone, always alone, and wonder; why does it have to be like this? I move slow, zombie like, to the kitchen dragging a handful of clothes which will […]

True Story

My best memory of an actual conversation with a cashier at the local gas station…     Cashier [with a smile]:   How you doin? Me:   I have concerns. […]

Footsteps at my door

I was awoken last night From the deepest of sleep Devoid of dream By a strong feminine presence I heard With ears sharpened by the dullness of slumber The softest […]