Words Dec 30, 2013 Edison Pool Words are but slivers, that poke and prod, feelings to rise, from distant surfaces, where they dwell, in unseen pools of memories, stored...
Time Jun 6, 2013 I can’t get lost in time. It ticks too slowly, ticking out its measured tock. Brief segments don’t wander. Purposeful slivers collect in piles that...
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