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  In the cellar, green‑glass vessels lean against one another, their shoulders dust‑padded, throats sealed tight.   Some wait decades, stoppered against the tremor of hands that might one day twist them open.   Others burst early,... [read more]

There once was a gal named Tracy Who enjoyed listening to Count Basie She listened to him so often Friends feared her brain would soften She said 'I know, but no one can replace he'   As she got older, Tracy acted more and more spacy She became... [read more]

  crying in the rain Ey, the cobbled street still slick with rain, boots clatter past the soot‑stained mill, a brass band echoes through the narrow lane, and grief is folded into pint and hymn.   Oi, the paddock cracks beneath the... [read more]

  Smoke curls along the alley,  and in the shifting haze  a mural dragon stares down,  its scales chipped,  yet the gaze still remains—  a watcher above the street.    A café door swings open, ... [read more]

Across vast cosmic fields, starlights' ancient effulgences still arrive---unnoticed, and unappreciated---upon the mutilated surface of the small planet.  Its' machines' power sources, thoroughly depleted.  At a distance, the... [read more]

  Rain streaks the window of the late‑night tram,  and I catch my reflection—  half‑lit, half‑blurred,  a passenger caught in between:   Cinema lights sputter,  half the bulbs gone,  yet the pavement glows... [read more]

I have a friend named Ray Looking to buy a house, ok? Feels he's a victim of discrimination  Based on his sexual orientation  You see, Ray happens to be gay    Ray says 'A house I saw, was interested in buying A mortgage I needed... [read more]