My Haiku
Monday, December 12, 2016
To write is to call
and pretend that you don't care
if there's an echo
Time to go outside
To face the darkness and cold
It's time to go home
Unforgettable
You keep coming back to mind
You're still lingering
Saturday, December 3, 2016
There's something about
my listening, my loving
that draws people in
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Sometimes we're hurt most
by the things we wrongly think
of as protections.
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I can't stress enough
that stress is an inside job,
he writes as he sighs
Sunday, November 27, 2016
I want a divorce
From the me that is not me
From my dark shadow
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