Forerunner
He clambered aboard the rocking boat while the waves
poetry
Lost Dimension
I from my myness
Jamie
When Jamie was sixteen,
James played games with Jacob
James played games with Jacob
Untitled
An open storehouse filled with ripest grain
Day Coach
Now the train,
The Dark World
"We are the hollow men." Eliot.
Poet Afterwards
Odd how your not being here this morning
East Coast -- Canada
Lying at night poised between sleep and waking
Poem
In the laquer from the blazing pyramid of branches
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