In that final call,Something in his voice— a shadow, fractured, trembling,something wrong beneath the words,the weight of silence thickening.I should have stitched some comfort,threaded solace through the line.His despair, a dark seep,unwelcome guest in my hours,a stain I carried,though I turned from it.And then, days after—the news fell,a stone into still water,rings of should have,rippled…

Hair growsLike an ugly flowerand thenIt doesn’t grow like a comment on reality and thenyou die November 6, 2024 SGL Brunswick, ME

Here is the real truthI am so very unique Like everyone else Nov. 1 2024 SGL Brunswick, ME

(WR) The first stirrings, a preludeWhere pleasure wakens, gentle as breath.the point of parting, of plunge and pulse,A press, a joining, struck into depth.Then, where the bodies holds their edge,Rising on will, restraint its own warmth;and it grips, grips, and trembles,The thrill no longer patient to partlike a fever breakingsolar flarethe crest, a sudden climb,A slant of stars where senses peak,a…