Had She Seen His Eyes Would Yesterday….


I have this thing that life is not always a flow, that there is dissonance and rogue waves taking us in directions never expected, never seen, so that’s the poem, the notes I wanted to flash a wand into words yet I couldn’t, the lines are all changing, and I think my life has become a parable . . . I don’t want it to.

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