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Recipe for Disaster
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A handful of sugar. A penny of salt. A pinch for your thoughts, your light and your faults. A tight squeeze. A light squeeze. Freshly ...
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Clown.
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Just one more clown in his circus you are. Such a public mockery. You are a tool in his all-consuming self-love. Unwilling to face the o...
Lazy Dreveries
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I blow chains of momentary beauty But they cannot capture the moments with you. Watching the world hurry past I saunter through thoughts...
Per Luciana Zapparoli - L'Anniversario D'Oro.
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This I drew this for my mother-in-law on the occasion of my in-laws' 50th wedding anniversary. It is an image of her on her wedding...
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Christmas 2002
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Once there were three: The magic number- 3 witches; 3 wishes; 3 wise men. Maiden runs away; goes to see a crone. The witch of the East ...
The Mermaid and The Sloth
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Come and meet some friends of mine, we'll go to where they stay with toasting glasses held aloft and witty repartee. I'm sure w...
Idyllic, but my brain won't SHUT UP!
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Five - Six - Thirteen
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After a glorious production the sun bows graciously behind the trees on my right to rapturous vesperturnal applause. To my left the bats ...
Affirmation
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Even in the midst of night the distant wail of T-Rex's cousins reach me. And even when I am not right and fall and fail I let the le...
Love: All
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To err is human, to forgive divine What course of action will be thine? Heroic vengeance, stoic acceptance. How sincere if any repentance? A...
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So Spoke My Lover's Ghost
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Kiss me love and let me die, No backward glance, no tearful eye No longing or lingering last embrace No staring blankly into space Forg...
No Apologies
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My heart belongs to another, My body another still. Some things I cannot explain to you dear And other things I never will. My life is...
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Constant Companion
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Let me with thoughts just silent be And smoke this rollie; 43. I have no urgent place to go, I’m not alone. I have my Woe. She dances o...
Open Skies
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I’ve tried to explain this rootless of times but all come befuddled like passions of crimes and all I convey seems like paranoia when al...
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