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Too much to say, in fragments, in multiple parts
if you can understand fragments without explanation, just parts it’s hard to sit in love for a long time, unchanging it makes one desire action i hear of these couples meeting, marrying, from here but not us no, it was just a long drawn out carrot never to be caught is it any wonder it feels safer to stay out of it? you…
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Waiting for Madeleine
If the train arrives on time. What is time to a rail system that's always broken. I wait on the platform for the Red Line with some early risers of tempers thinned because of a six-week trial - track work rhymes with Friday morning waiting for five rings on the clock, and welcomes pastry shop chimes. A chocolate covered…
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Afib
Too much caffeine instigates heavy beats that I feel on my left side. Such a curse! I demote brewed loyalty drastically and stare into mirrors while I rehearse the lost roles of coffee lovers worthy of Oscars. Caffeine is my craved for hearse, but is it really so bad? The known fees of a pained, repaired heart, but coffee…
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Second Choice
I walked to the second choice because you were locked past opening time. I walked past the sprightly green cafe with not-great brew and welcoming furniture. I walked fast across the two-way street, past homeless, two men on either side of the street. The vast craving pulled tiny tricks, divulging clues of pen and paper,…
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Is it Really That Bad?
To ruin life remain addictionless, and schedule bills direct-deposit paid. See your time as Go Fish instead of chess when strategy wins relief like a blade you approved cutting your skin, and address your word against the gossip unafraid that you will fail. Correct justice of less weight from choices unapplied and…
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Public Transportation
I took my sweet time going home Friday evening. A visit with friends with books they recommend slays stray graying time that pays back with heat that wraps my head in dismay. I see the woman in blue, and I think nothing of her standing on the sidewalk. I walk by. She starts to walk. Then I walk quickly to pass. She starts…
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Waiting for Pastry
I brew my coffee at home, but sometimes it's best paired with pastry before work time so I walk driven in the humid slime of DC summer air gasping out rhymes. At 7 am this cafe opens, but pastry staff deliver the filled bins closer to 8, so expectations den tough internal exclamations of, "When?!" Horrible disappointment…
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Woman with Grief 2
Tomorrow's to-do list includes taking the cotton off the puncture hole. It's bound by adhesive strips that move when taking a shower. The cotton ideally round and fluffy - soft and puffy for taking pictures of make believe animals found in 1970s gift shops - taking note of how blood sticks to it without sound. People in…
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Woman with Grief 1
It's been two years since her return from war. It's been three years since his fatal campaign. It's been two years since influenza scored more deaths of friends who with her drank champagne in crushed glasses celebrating. No more years to knit like knotted rope that begins with burnt ends and unravels written lore. It's…
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Woman with a Veil 7
Jess returned home under a five-grey sky with no one waiting stoic with open arms, and a car with windows up for dry conversation. More returning women walked by and past, and one offered a ride driven by an older sister parked in slanted sideways. Never acting the shy ones, all three merged, bettered war-roads driven.…
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Woman with a Veil 6
Gwen feels eternity erupt in sound when she's tilting into arms of strangers. She's placed onto an empty stretcher found when the past occupant died beside her. The screams filling moments of pain just found are a last sensation she would defer, but who schedules these instants must be crowned a tin man, or a martial…
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Woman with a Veil 5
Gwen's leave ends, and she carries a few rips in her veiled hat that slipped drunk as she sipped wine (unknown), ate cheese (unknown), on her trip away from torn boys, sewn boys with breath stripped. Schedules of surgery ignore curfew, but those in charge hold the needle to sew what the knife deemed acceptable. The shrew…
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Woman with a Veil 4
Gwen's velvet green hat, reluctantly black with a veil before her eyes of squares packed like a mathematician's fabrics, back folds of strength. A virtue she doesn't lack. Jess teased out US blues in a southern dialect no soldier or civilian within five war-torn miles would understand, but men throw strings her words pull…
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Woman with a Veil 3
The woman with a veil walks Paris bright as if born in the outskirts. Nursing night and day she is given leave from front lights of surgery closings blessed infinite. Such coffee, such treats unavailable in Bellevue, Washington where her stable choices jailed sit at her parents' table, but here her French flows in war-torn…
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Poetry from a Northern Soul
I translated some of my poems into English. Enjoy! Thousands, yet thousands Threads of silver Weaving us together Thousands, yet thousands Threads of silver Over glittering seas Thinking of him I have fallen in love with Thinking of him, smiling Thinking of him, crying He is collecting stars Giving them to me I give him…
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Woman with a Veil 1
In a splash of rain sunrise calls it quits. Umbrellaless I dodge rain drops befit of retired Olympians then split focus between coffee and the culprit. She wears a veil of pain, anger, and fear sown in mist and knit by her lovely dears in thoughts corroded, the space of years disguised as fashion she drapes ear to ear. She…
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Madrid concert poster
ISO Pearl Jam Madrid Concert Show Poster by Klausen 07/12/2018
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Direction of Focus
When I was young, when life was difficult, sometimes I would survive the difficulties by dreaming of a better future. I’d make lists of goals and plans and wishes. My eyes were on tomorrow rather than today. I’d use my imagination to create a better reality than the one before my eyes. This allowed me to stay hopeful and…
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Between Wars
His shadow, cornered by paid-per-day light grafted with heat after World War 1 fights, and underwritten in land prone to blight, moves in migratory patterns to night. Over ten years before he signed for war and spit with pride, then swallowed mud the ore of geographical dances uncorked by hands withholding care too late…
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My requests in drawing (Pearl Jam)
W.M.A. This song is my favorite, a tribal rhythm, Jeff Ament plays the bass notes in a
loop, , with an incredible groove! The song progresses with the highlights, the voice of
Mr Eddie is inhabited. I make my request in drawing, it's more fun. Thanks Yvan