On the Way Home
Bouquets of red headlights explode in my face,
petals everywhere.
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The soap opera journal of a poet who has set up household on the edge of Leona Canyon in Oakland, California where she creates meaning for herself from the vortex.
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- Iphigenia at Lunch-time I'm exiled in a country be...
- Porosity of the Styrofoam Man We bleed into each ...
- Ludlow Massacre, 1914 1. Her name was Little Lucy,...
- Dusk at Canyon Oaks Drive
- Massacre at Ywahoo Falls 1.We're going to the whit...
- On the Way Home Bouquets of red headlights explod...
- The Online Music We Make It's the music we make us...
- The Book of Alien Dating:11 Maybe it makes more se...
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1 comment:
Thanks for the image.
RH
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