Oricalche
ocicalche;
poetry
The Fact Before You
The fact before you: death. What to make of it?
Anonymous - For Tracy Thompson
A cry -
Autumn-Late
The tide is past the full.
Summer Storm
No weather
Sea-Longing Song Inland
Oh I'm long marooned from the Sea
The Morning
In pulse upon pulse of joy
Voyeur
He undressed beside sunlit pool,
Pipe Dreams
It was down at Smokey Joe's when the funk was thick and smoked
Autumn
The leaves are falling, fall as from afar,
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