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Expats and Amour: A Poem

Expats and Amour: A Poem

Expats and Amour: A Poem All of a sudden I got thinking of expats and amour while writing email.  It was a curious thing. I almost typed, “I’d be glad if you could print it,” before remembering we were in the days of digitization, not typeset...
Atmospheres: A Poem

Atmospheres: A Poem

Atmospheres: A Poem I. In the black-and-white filmthey play a waltz to the tuneof camera flash. The ladiesin the sparkling gowns flitand twirl on the dance floor,onlookers chirring, standing andswaying like butterflies in the wind. The charmer works his magicwith a...
Not Much More: A Love Poem

Not Much More: A Love Poem

Not Much More: A Love Poem I would move mountains for youand run rivers dry to get to youand I would burst my lungsscreaming for you.  And I see galaxies in your eyes. I would sail the cosmos,to the farthest shores,an empty immortal shell,and haunt the revolving...