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Fountain Of Confessions
Hi Everyone!! My 2nd book, Fountain Of Confessions, is going to be available through Amazon this week. I am so excited to share it with you. I am going through my emails for reviewers and getting in...
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Fountain Of Confessions On Amazon
Fountain Of Confessions Fountain Of Confessions is now available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle. I look forward to hearing any feedback on it. Thank you so much!
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The Passage
The dragon doesn’t wake with the sun. It is warmed through mock light, on an affected cove. It looks like it could be made of mopani, but he cannot tell colors what they should be and what they are...
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Where Dead Mice Sleep
Bring your church to the key – back rooms – chimney sweep – flushed with soot – black like cats – deep in Winter sleep. Bring your arm to my ball – and chain me up – downstairs – I am a slave to black...
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A Soul In A City
I got the best – I’m double-edged a soul made of numbers. I brought back a green spirit, a whisper of others. She fell to her knees – heart tied to a glance – my stubborn alibi – my handsome ax. But...
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Inside Of A Sleep
You have gone. There is no now, just used to; cement packed into Earth fragments. Ironic, it is, that solidity above the surface is made from what lies beneath. Think about – oh how you can’t! I miss...
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He Will Not Follow Me
He swims like a whale, through life, inflated, blubbered up from pomposity. He is all. He creates territory and torture. I am followed. To the outskirts, I dream – puffed up on Winter drugs, countered...
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Little Boy
There is a leak in the Earth, quietly letting mercy slip out, unnoticed. Ashes sprout in Spring’s fresh mouth – her lungs blacken with ferocity, a dark mother clouds the sky of an innocent, a soft snow...
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It’s A White Night
It’s a white night in a white gown, lights are dancing in black windowsills. In an instant, I’m a crowd; an infant fevering for heavy music to sing. My prison is cumulonimbus. La la la la la. The opera...
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