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Les Yeux sont le Miroir de l’Ame
Looking through the shop window, I see a collection of dreams. A bit of gild, a bit of rust… religious artefacts… holders for candles soon to be lit… An angel…
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Love Poem
Like an empty bottle, has your heart ever been shattered on dry ground? Has it ever licked its wounds and found nothing relieves the festering, not even the watering of…
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A place called Home
a rough worn chair waits in the garden of my parent’s. remaining a favorite place to soak in the sun. there amongst the sunflowers and the pomegranate tree it has…
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Paperdoll Mishaps
Looking in the mirror she realized she forgot to take her white hi-top socks off and put on her red polka…
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My Dad
My Dad is cool, see how he wears his belt? He knew then, as he knows now, how to…
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La Plage de L’Amour
Camping, watching the fog dance above as if it were smoke on a vast cold ocean. The rhythmic sound, of the crushing Pacific…
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Old Spice
What spices up your life, what gives it a kick? What cause your lips to pucker, what do…
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Wall Art
"What do you see in this painting?" The art teacher asked and looked around his class. "I see the twilight…
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Blue Ocean
Have you ever been to a place in yourself that seems like an endless path, where you vaguely remember where it started, unsure where it will end? Looking up and…
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Carved out in Time
A seed fell into the bed of the earth, along the way the seed met up with friends, who…
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