Narrative

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This is me

I might not fully know who I am right now
I might not be as confident as I want to be
People...

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What is reality?

What is reality?

Why does my mind travel, why does it drift off. I'm losing it. I think. Storming swirling around, thoughts...

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If it weren't for her

How I wish that it never were,
my life; that brief flash in the pan.
But oh, if it weren't...

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GATE

GATE

GATE
Thank you for opening the gate
It is early morning in Melbourne
Penguins back...

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Moonlit Sestina

Moonlit Sestina

Let’s burn away, into dusk-red tinctured night;
when the city lamps are soft-yellow quiet,
...

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Life After the Green Card

Life After the Green Card

My wife gets her Green Card in
August of 2017.

Bank: We go to the bank to open a...

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Convictions past

Convictions past

Not everyone is beautiful,
Not everyone is perfect,
I can't be bothered to rhyme right now,...

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Ill still be there

when youve left your home
and the sky has fallen
when the devil flies by
and the...

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The Journey

Take a journey with me, a life led by failure followed by shadows.

Girlfriends past lost through...

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Our 20's

Our 20's

They say these are the years you’re still trying to figure things out
The twenties when you feel...

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Time.

Time. Time is a man made thing and if you really think about it, we have no concept. Especially when were...

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The Trip

The Trip
When someone special has to leave.
It might not be what your eyes perceive.

...

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The Punch of My Life

The Punch of My Life

Stop crying, I only gave you a slap
Clean the house and have dinner ready for when I get back...

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The Trip

The Trip
When someone special has to leave.
It might not be what your eyes perceive.

...

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Mrs. Mother Sickness

Mrs. Sickness doesn't ask if she may enter.
She doesn't ask what time or what day to come?.
...

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Will You

Will You

Will you still love me if I never walk again? When my limbs become wheels, no longer 4 feet 11 inches in...

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A Gentile Voice

A Gentile Voice

If you would just once reach out
to touch me tenderly
the change of heart between us
...