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My stories

Birth of a poem

“Where’s the paper, No the computer, Pen, Quick, God, Where are they?”

Threads

The dying spring flowers lend meaning to summer, eternity is reigned in so the sun can be felt

Spring Sun

Today I saw myself in butterflies, moving jerkily as if lost, yet having some place to go.

Astronomer in Search of a Soul

I used to search for my soul with telescopes; Strong lenses pierced dusty atmospheres for light.

Contact

After hundreds of blank messages, a voice, distant barely audible amidst the spits and crackles.

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