sexuality
a storm thatβs drifting away
but still I can feel
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sexuality
a storm thatβs drifting away
but still I can feel
Enjoying Life In New Ways
Poetry, Photography, haiku,
the literary asylum
Wherever I lay my pen, that's my home
my humanity in written form
Guitarist / Songwriter
Poetry, Fiction & Photography
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Tales from the mouth of a wolf
a collection of words about my average, bog-standard life accompanied by some sub-par illustrations that depict selected moments in said life
Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
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Domenic Garisto / LIFE IS NOT A REHERSAL,SO LIVE IT..if you can't be the poet, be the poem..havau22.com
One Poet's Writing Practice
My thousand lines..
Cat Nap Revue 
You got that right.
Familiar clouds, but I seem to have forgotten how (why?) to catch…most of the time. Thanks. The honest happens. Read in a sifi The Hermaphodite, the third iteration of the assassin-turned-philosopher something akin 30 years ago and scoffed slightly. Now, I know.
Reblogged this on richwrapper and commented:
An honest poem from an honest poet. I can hear his wry grin creeping across that bemused face which contains at times all humanity therein. Thanks, Juice!
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