Vertical Segment of Journey
Clawing we climbed the flank of despair
poetry
Untitled
Between the floor cracks the dust sifts and settles
The Introvert--A Self-Condemnation
Retreat from light
Untitled
Do you ever feel
Wind Song
Wind!
Business As Usual
Across the craggy indigo
Untitled
If I could speak in words
Storm
The sachem voices cloven out of the hills
Prisms
All things touching my senses
Lines To A Politician
Do not saw the air so, Mr. Bauer
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