He gathers up the bricks From his last relationship. Some were worn and broken Yet even more were in so many pieces You couldn't tell one brick from the other, Yet he spent years gathering them; Tenderly taking care of each one, Guarding them Protecting them So nobody can take any Or move any. He... Continue Reading →

The Trans Atlantic Route As I sit before a mirror Thinking of "I love you" Upon a hill of bricks Not a comfortable seat But more action Than my ass has had In years. I tap on the table in front of the mirror While I look at myself in it. Eyes that have seen... Continue Reading →

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