the blind man paces passes the puffs of smokers whose minutes are linked only by the next moment the flame touches the end of their next cigarette fix there is no joy here but a tired tarnish crusting over time-wearied sidewalks there's no peace in … Continue reading

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snowy evening

I stood in the cold and watched the snow as if countless stars had faded and fallen leaving an eyeless night gray with the loss of their light the late birds swam over my head dipping between the night and me on ice-dusted wings © … Continue reading snowy evening

winter

here we do not have circles of stones to mark the solemnity of the passing seasons of changing times instead the crows cry ceaselessly in the cold or cackle cruelly at the dawn's watery-eyed failure to warm the crisp earthen pathways here the trees throw … Continue reading winter

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already it's October and the time of the starlings black feathered masses diving madly between trees cacophonous dawning of earlier nights feather-fanned winds stirring linden leaves already lost to the gutters in damp yellow drifts of regret