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The Last Conversation
When death arrives Sometimes, Death arrives at the door of the living.Brings a gift from nature. No pain. Lacking disaster. The living unlatches the door, un-key the hole,welcomes Death on old matts riddled with dust and stories of a life.Death bows gently. I’ve been expecting you, friendWe’ve met before The living holds Death’s hand. Fingers… Continue reading
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Loose Thoughts in a Foreign Land
A love poem for someone who cannot love back New York City is strange.We think we’re chasing a dreamwhen we can’t even chase a trainto get to where we’d like. I know this poemhad a long time coming. The wind always blows against me when rushing.I’ve always found that to be idiomatic.It makes sense when… Continue reading
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Live a Big Life!
You’ve lived a heck of a life, haven’t you? Before I go into anything else, you better have taken that one-year vacation that you’ve been planning to take since you were in your 20s. As I’m writing this letter, I’m currently in my 20s with about the next 30 years of life planned with one… Continue reading
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A Conversation About Traveling
From NYC to the seven continents If I could go anywhere in the world,I’d go inside your mind. Haha! But no, seriously…If I could go anywhere in the world,I’d go to Spain.Maybe, there, I could erase your pain,be the matador taking control of all the bull-shitstinking up your life. I’d love to lay on the… Continue reading
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