THE PRICE OF A STAR

  And she sang of hope and harmony in a borrowed frock on Tuesday nights in a smokey bar below the Bowery where the Irish downed their whiskey while the Italians were always frisky and they touched her, always, afterwards her faithful followers fingering flesh as if to caress the affection she injected into lyrics, […]

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RUINED

  I see a tree, the ruins of a tree I see man, bricks bearing the bones of what man thought he could be they are falling before him around him on top of him I hear him crumbling. I see a tree, another tree, I see many trees, a host of nature‚Äôs possibilities all […]

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