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Rocking in the fescue Rising through the tide Ripping every moment Like there’s nothing left to hide. Spanish Bay, CA – September 2013
Rocking in the fescue Rising through the tide Ripping every moment Like there’s nothing left to hide. Spanish Bay, CA – September 2013
Another day of vapor Another night of dust A remarkably innocent motion From a moment, Born to bust. Maniwaki, QC – August 2013
Sunshine on a day Filled with rain Detects a way To avoid the pain. Milton Point, NY – August 2013
When heartbreak comes And leaves it mark It subtly snuffs Your heart filled spark. Bras Coupe Lake, QC – August 2013
Breaking through the sound Busting up the air Barking every moment About a life that isn’t fair. Pound Ridge, NY – July 2013
Phase shift futures From the City with bling Denies a natural order Through an unnatural of means. Los Angeles, CA – July 2013
Left side angst And dirty sweet thoughts Delivers an anguish That beckons what rots. San Francisco, CA – July 2013
I feel the old light The humble break of the day I feel the young laughter That’s gone whispered, away. I feel the old hunger The new yearning, the lust The itch that keeps coming From night dawn, to young dusk. Wise River, MT – June 2013
Big sky visions And fast water seams Means stalking a rainbow By ripping their streams. Big Hole River, WY – June 2013
Light streams And moonbeams Radiate through The ether of night. Raging screams And daydreams Ripple within The meaning of right. Greenwich CT – May 2013