“He’s so charming,” Anna said as he walked away. Tell me about it. He has…
Poetry
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I just finished my first Bukowski book You Get So Alone At Times That It…
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This young brunette was sitting a couple of tables away from me at a local…
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There’s really nothing worse than a disappointing meal on a rainy National Wine Day who’s…
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I don’t remember writing my first poem but I know I can’t go a day…
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You know the going is getting tough when you walk into your apartment and head…
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I could use a love song to help wash this third cup of coffee down.…
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My readers ask for more. They want to feel the light and the darkness I…
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I get lost in my mind. Whisperings in languages I do not understand And I…
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Men will never understand How tainted intimacy feels When they do not reach out The…