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ABOUT MY POEM My poems remain explorations of the subconscious erotic They are lunar anamorphic streams of consciousness from the deep chaotic subterranean glitz of ...
on a bus near you...
eye am a recording devicespecial filters of my own prejudice. eye live in various bus stops where punctuation of life moments need not be, are ...
tween the heart and NYC
only love poems and other complaints; “teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and why the question mark is curved and dotted like my ...
history, yourstory
“but now finally surrendered to the Great Resignation of Poetry and not the kind of Wise Experience or the false kisses of Competitive Insight, but ...