Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...This path was carved for me..."
"...I'm just glad you see me in any color..."
"...Songs echo through shadows of once bright lives..."
"...We stay home alone/ And work via phone..."
"...the promise of a cup of coffee in the bigs...."
"...Feeling impassable cold hard reality..."
"...and you were filled with wisdom..."
"...write pretty poems to heal the ugliness inside and outside..."
"...we went to the dilapidated house waving unloaded guns..."
"...Grow flowers secretly..."
"...Learn something new daily..."
"...Set in order the breaking ECOLOGY of the world..."
"...During these turbulent times, salute a nurse!..."
"...Never acts violated by the ink I smear..."
"...Watch -- you'll catch the gentle weave of light..."
"...Exceeding empires, exceeding even Elysium..."
"...hard hats in one hand, flashlights in the other..."
"...flames of inequity jumped rivers of reality..."
"...I repented for not Being able to recognize her..."
"...look into the cell phone to find someone who can chat..."
"...she is not talking to me..."
"...brushed by a stellar breeze..."
"...your trip, your last vacation ever..."
"Poems of my prelapsarian phase..."
"...under this ground is not our element..."
"...Our world woke up to light..."
"...I never stopped, I just can never stay..."
"...Power dodges poverty, pity doesn't pay..."
"...The trees still watch and sing..."
"...he's down like a thrown cigarette..."