The Strange Curiosity of Memory

IF IT’S LOVE If it’s love then it would be fully revealed, not obscured or hidden from your other. If it’s love then it would be fully active, not passive. Active in daily, endearing words from the heart. Active in all intimacies, both physical and emotional. To discover and share, as one, all the pleasures and joys.

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The Strange Curiosity of Memory

Articles inside

They’re Always Leaving

Near and Far

I Search

A Preying Mantis

A Satchel of Sadness

Zero Balance

These Poems as a Remembrance

Life Can Always Surprise

At the End, In the Beginning

Loyal Words

Last Moments

Me and My Quiet

Nothingness

The Mist

Holy Neutrino

Saving the World

Cruelty

Holding On

Wounds

Is Is Desire

Memory Warehouse

I Am of Them

Love Hope?

Time Lost

Some Days

Auditions

Thank You

Each Day’s First Gift

I Should Have Paid More Attention to Einstein

What’s Missing?

Blown Away

Separate and Apart

Libido Power

It It’s Love

Does it Matter?

Redemption

I Cry For You

Left to the Ghosts

Inside We are All Poets

With My Head Inside Its Noose

An Anthropomorph

A Wise Steward

Around the Bend of Time

A Sweet Revenge

To Soar and to Fall

A Broken Promise

Pieces Being Cut Away

Deceived

A Heart’s Affirmation

Each Morning, Each Night

Insistent

Who Dwells Here?

Nothing Left

An Emptiness

Pulling Back the Covers

Emotional Distance

The Nightie

Play On

Alive Elsewhere

Merging

What If.........?

The Loss of Imagination

In the Mirror

Thoughts in the Night

Wasted Love?

When My Heart Was Full

Unhappiness

My Springtime

Rick, Just What Were You Thinking??

The Terrain of Memories

Men Don’t Understand

Nattering On

My Nostalgia

The Fabric and the Thread

Headlong

Simplicity Counts

A Brief Stop Near Oblivion

Untamed