Poems

Walrus Cloud

We sat outside Cheryl’s cafe in shared silence. As the sun sank most of the way down, she fixed her eyes to the horizon

The Moon Goddess

I looked to the heavens that loomed above.  In it, I saw the goddess Luna  adorned in white, lighting our path below.  She took command

New York Peasants

There is something about this city that makes men dream. I walked the streets and looked up at skyscrapers at people dressed in suits, ties,

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