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In The Wee Small Hours

Poetry

The minutes tick by But I don’t believe The hands...

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Treading Water

Expats, Poetry

Waves of sadness wash over me, and it’s all I...

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Acid Rain

Expats, Poetry

  On a two lane road in a driving downpour...

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Ignorance’s Toll

Expats, Poetry

On a two lane rural mountain road in a car...