300 Words To Her Coy Master

My adaptation of Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress: 300 Words To Her Coy Master Yet it lingers, both space and time this demure, Sir, lost in mine, as us some how some way today we’ll watch the hours wash away. Aside the banks of the Thames, euros, pounds, dollars; I

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Dream #3

  Stillness was the move. Rejecting the rage inside, in my mind I knew it was time.   We arrived in a Rolls-Royce. The driver turned around, “Here we are.” “Now?” I inquired completely aware of the answer.   Wrist wrapped around my father’s arm, I walked slower than we

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Upgrade on the way.

I’m not Michael Jackson but …. This is it for my graduate school program! In the foreseeable future you will be able to read about my adventures in London in the sequel to ‘M.E.E.T. me for Cheese and Chocolate’ – ‘M.E.E.T. me for Graduate School.’   This new page I

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