My Poetry and Prose Blogology

Summer Hands
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Summer Hands

“We sprinkle summer dust in our palms
then sleep in its reveries of enchantment
waking to the blessings of a pristine adventure…”

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My Avalanche of Darkness
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My Avalanche of Darkness

“it begins with a quiet sensation / the odd feel of a distal tremor / then it quickly descends into a panic of total emotional abandonment and physical desperation”

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