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A Path In Time

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Early morning sunrise surprises the ocean’s yawn as it quietly pounds against sleepy rocks that awaken at the renewal of dawn. If there could be a place where love lives, it would be here, in this almost surreal portrait of life. Hot coffee steams against the fabric of our lips but it is this supreme […]

Suburban Sunset

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This, the beautiful temperature of sunset, is something to be admired. There is easiness here; a steadiness that has captured me as I sit, in the backyard of open translation, studying the movements of serenity as the sky has emptied of all of its obscenities as quietness fuels the stillness of time. Here, in the […]

Summer In The City

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The sun shines in a mist of steady heat down upon the heartbeat of sleeping city streets. Soon, the traffic will rise — tempered as it grows in size steadily drifting through the warmth of morning’s sunrise into the shadows of overcast trees where singing birds fly and soon there will be the joy in […]

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 […]

Summer Winds

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I write this poem I write this poem as I have discovered the manhood of a journey and puberty of discovery; I write this poem with the breath of early summer winds massaging the mental muscles of my mind as I reflect. I was once a young man stuck inside the neglect of the true […]

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 […]


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Inspired “An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose” ― Langston Hughes Today a poem surrendered to my thoughts. I found it early this morning while driving 72 miles per hour in the middle lane down 91 South – […]