My only regret
is that I did not forget
You sooner
Than this
And…
the only thing I truly miss
Was my idea of you
But not really you at all
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One- on- one mixed-media art lessons in Los Angeles
‘Cause talking is better than working
I spend a lot of time pondering what it all means.
A Writer's Musings (And Likely Some Shameless Self-Promotion As Well)
An outlet for my random thoughts and interests
where would it flow...
Serving a little poetic nourishment Monday thru Friday and featuring a Short Play Saturday Matinee to read.
Tales From The Life Of A Soul
skin loves fever 
as I read your poetry; I feel it is some kindda refuge hideout for my soul; as I eat sardinnes protien for the body…your poetry is protien for the mind heart and soul; as I argue debate unpleasant talk with a separated wife of since 2010; (married since 1990) YOUR POETRY COMPENSATES WHAT I MISS IN MY MARRIAGE; I feel reboot, reload, refresh each time I go through your verse lines and relate…FUCK YEAH !!! NOT HELL YEAH !!! BUT FUCK YEAH !!!
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