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Lost Pens

I like New Mexican dreams, thirty years ago i was a child running there. Twenty years ago I was wild running on a Florida beach, but I could see the veil both times and it got thinner as the years... Continue Reading →

War Paint

You were painted, coyote My dreams see you with Red crimson over your nose Between the eyes and ears You were motionless, coyote Out on the black, on the other side Of a line I've pledged not to cross Until... Continue Reading →

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