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92 Degrees

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after all the thinking over the years, I just can’t stop wiping the sweat that steadily flows from my mind. On a day like today thoughts become like a humidity of words dripping in mirages of description/searching for clarity through the warm, gentle breeze of nature. Summer feels so magical on this day, like the […]

A Morning In Windsor

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A morning in Windsor

The air is soft, gentle and virgin as a stubborn fog grips calmly onto a fragrant sky that is barely functional as this morning in South Windsor arises. There are no surprises as I drive this road. The trees still glisten in the early mist of mid-summer’s dew as the slight silence of the sun […]

And I…

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A lazy day of summer is romancing tranquility as these thoughts formulate. My mind has becomes lost inside this abstract nature of poetic haze. Last night, while thinking, I watched fireworks explode into colors of sparkling magnificence over a dark sky bright with American pride. So many people of different shades, languages and ages came […]

This Simple Amazing (Song II)

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I love the way the mind flows when it is zip lining through nature. Today I hike through the trees of Bloomfield’s side of Talcott Mountain— town incorporated 1835 — but these manifestations of green-life have been alive forever. I taste the smell of Oak Savannas and Chestnut Oaks and feel the appreciation of Robert […]

Thoughts From A Loft At The End Of June

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Thoughts from a loft

I wonder what Langston Hughes would’ve done if there were no words – I wonder how he would’ve taught the world about deferred dreams if there was no way to write the blues. I wonder what would become of language if the fears of Shakespeare didn’t tell tales in old English rhyme and didn’t retell […]

The Evidence Of Existence

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The Evidence of Existence

Trash filled truths cluttered along faded sidewalks laying still in motion begging to recapture decayed dreams from growling lampposts where hope once leaned; shattered emptiness laying between claustrophobic alleyways reaching out from the shadows of intellectual prostitution selling the body of their thoughts for just a piece of the evolution their life once gleamed; they […]

Summer Cooking

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So… he looked on, watching from afar the imagery of family. Now alone, sitting in place on an old cranky stubborn porch, eighty-one years of tears laughter and memory/smiled; his smiled gleamed through the haze and humidly of another summer day: a day that reminded him of his younger years when the joy in many […]

As Nature Cries

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Dreary be the day as the sky opens releasing its temper tantrum in a steady eruption of rage down upon the daily activity of life’s stage. Scattered cars travel blindly on slippery pavements wet from shaken leaves startled by the midsummer storm as it pounds steadily from the soul of earth’s anger. Windshield wipers blink […]

Ogunquit Beach

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On a perfect day, the seagulls play; observing the humanity of many descents – Canadian accents… fading in with the background noise of clashing waves that are singing along with the winds of Maine. Here again, I lay on the beach of Ogunquit studying these portraits of clouds that grin peacefully in an open sky […]

Marginal Way

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Another poem breathes today as I am inhaled by the sandy whistle of Oqunguit’s orchestra of waves and if I wasn’t a poet, I wouldn’t be able to walk this path and study the architecture of the air as it blends in with the walkway of summer’s horizon.  There is a brisk chill as a […]