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  • Pink

    He walked out of his bedroomwearing his pink sweatshirt.At age five, it was his favorite. "He's wearing pink,"said his grandfather. "Yes," said the boy's mother."He likes pink.It's his favorite color." "But it's pink." "Yes, it's pink."the boy walked past themand… Continue reading

  • Ten-Thousand Poems

    Today, around the globe,ten-thousand poems shall be written,one, perhaps, by me.  Each begins with an ache,likely echoing another's ache–answering, enflaming, soothing… But most(this one?)may never be sent beyond these few, ruled lines,never find life beyond this page,lost to all but… Continue reading

  • Truth

    There is the truth we need todayto stay the course, to find our way.Tomorrow's truth may vary some;we cannot know the truth to come. What's true today is meant to bebut truth enough, the truth to seeus through this current… Continue reading

  • This Burden of Knowing

    In the course of the conversation,over a cigarette and a Negroni,he'd expressed his passionate opinionabout a local news anchor,a state politician,a popular TV show,an award-winning movie,a national restaurant chain,sauvignon blanc from New Zealand vs. California,global warming,a friend,a family member,and what… Continue reading