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Poetry Blog

I Have Nothing To Give

I have nothing to give, save my breath and my faith: take this broken body. I’ve travelled everywhere, but was nowhere present. I’ve...

At The End Of My Travels

I came upon you, empty city: I didn’t even know your name. I knew your streets were coarse, but pretty; your steeple had basked in...

In The Golden Balloon

In the golden balloon, where the flowers are mended, and the dogs are too close, and the groceries too dear; I run errands and write...

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