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falling

Falling. Not hard fast, roof to concrete, flat. Pavement stain.

Falling. Not motion slow, dream, down down. Abyss pain.

Falling. Heart and mind one, you and I one. Blanket to pillow remain.

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good stories

“Bad choices make good stories.”

It’s a clever shirt. More clever, because it’s true.

Own your choices and you own your stories.

birthday girl

All I can say is, love exists.

Happy Birthday, Ruby.

peerage

No photo today, just a hastily crafted, poetic rant… with a little bit of hope for the peerage in all of us.

decadence row

Pine Avenue, Long Beach.

Late night, deserted.

honor labor

What’s your hustle, your push, your labor? How do you pay the price for your spark, your dream , your creation?

watcher

She is the watcher,

over all,

over me,

over the street,

from one end

to the other.

But the watcher

doesn’t see

that we

are watching

over her.

flight

Rest

in that moment

when

all else is to risk

defeat

Until the next

when

you take flight.

cure

Day 6. Combining graphic art and poetry. The full treatment. Back tomorrow with my eye on Long Beach.

Bill

buying gas

The man with the tank bigger than mine paid with a hundred for “Twenty-five on number two”. The guy behind the bulletproof glass held the hundred up to the light to see if it was real. When the change came back, the man held a twenty up to the light to see if IT was real… then smiled.

I laughed.

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