Relativity
How slow the clock's hands
poetry
The Dark Side of the Moon
Absence thrusts her face against my window,
The Pursuit
Dylan the drunk, and Tom the sot
A Trinity
The Father of Sorrows:
Beauty Mourns the Beast
That fierce, warped beast
It Came Like Angels
We were drops of snow
Night Forever Comes --
but when autumn rain pulls the evening down
Up-country
It's change and love that turn the earth I'm told;
Headlong
I might have brushed the grass, and laid the land
Poem
Someone has gone into the woods
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