


NO LONGER HOME
I walked through the only street in town looking into every face I chanced to meet, hoping I might find a familiar one...

FOR DREAMERS BEHIND INVISIBLE WALLS
For those of us condemned to dream to dream behind invisible walls...

When the Poet May Not Dream
...a creeping dark...tells the hours of the city where breath alone may be excuse enough to die...

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