when pressed

when pressed
between love
and a hard
place, your
words still
hold such
meaning –
a captured
vibrancy
within
an entire season
.
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4 comments

  1. marlowe44

    Your love poem all get to the root, the heart,
    the vertex of our fragile yet fabulous emotions.
    I think you should bind up a Chapbook of your
    love poems, and title it EMILY DICKINSON IN
    BROOKLYN, then bundle up your death and
    mourning poems into another Chapbook and’
    title it CITY ZEN TALES. Yes, I still visit your
    site daily, since you almost write a new poem
    every single day, and I repost them faithfully
    on my site. I am sure you have a following
    from there too.

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