The Urban Environment

Think of the indications. All my life, and I am now sixty, I have been aware through school, the media, etc. of the very serious overpopulation problem. If I’m not mistaken, in my lifetime alon…

Alone ,a warrior girds his loins
And steps out on the streets

At the end of your day, sitting on the edge of your bed, staring at the clock radio for ten minutes, it’s at 9:00 o’clock .. not wanting to go to bed…………
That’s being alone…………

rest in peace, lauren

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You’re gonna have to trust me here. I’m gonna explain how Barry ended up in his boxers on this particular day in Jersey.

Red satin pillows, brass knobs that shine, the mirror up there shows…

gold leafed seals lie on stagnant lip
to not scare off mortality’s grip
bolder with time as years lose purpose
nobody cares its not on the surface

at the bbq place Alice was speaking to a man who spoke to someone we didn’t see but he turned away and went to the door
like he might leave but didn’t want to and we heard him say

well, sh…

Down the path my love was led….

I’ve just found this amazing website Vanishing Cultures – an American Portrait where they are going to build a trailer, 35ft long, with which to mount the largest film camera ever.

It ta…

6000+ entries and I reached the final 12 …. yipee

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SNAPPYDAVE

On the street of dreams, she worked spells…

There was a decal on the rear window of the truck:

Cairns Snake Removals

… and he is probing manfully for that one essential but improbable fact, that microscopic mechanism throbbing sweetly somewhere…

dead and gone said and done
as tears fall upon my husband’s old gun
my mind is foggy by my lover’s past breath
as i sit here and wonder what to do since his death

…after winter there comes the war
to make the bad seem good with what’s in store…

…the subtleties in life evade us so they scream it in our face
repeating lines assimilate us
the conversations spoken never let us read between the lines
a moments silence will invade us…