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So you're sitting there in that token coffee shop on the corner where the fashionably artistic mingle, sipping their $3.00 lattes. You've watched a hundred people walk in and out, dreary eyes following their hurried steps. How much time has passed? Hell, you have no idea. How many coffees have you bought? Yeah, you don't know that either. You've just go those brown eyed blues.

Autumn Revised March 17th, 2004 A sign of death to come- so beautiful, so breathtaking. Varying color palettes fall upon the heavily trodden earth. There's a northwest stirring, raw refreshing cold. Neat piles of fresh fallen glory raked up by the local teenage boy are strewn around, small children crying out in joy. Hot cocoa is waiting inside a toasty home, made with tender loving care. Beauty and joy- I never knew those could come from death. I Hear America Crying March 21st, 2004 I hear America crying  a deep, tremulous sob.   Her tears mingle with the    polluted waters of the Mississippi that     slowly creep thro

Lost, is in Your Eyes October 4th, 2003 Staring blankly at the camera while being filmed. A soiled prisoner's uniform clings to the malnutrioned child's body. Days that should be spent playing are spent doing sweat-shop work. The child stares straight ahead, a lost, terribly lost look in his eyes. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to want, nothing to crave, nothing to need. And only four. Sayonara September 26th, 2003 Leave a path behind, but do not look back at me. Smile, for I'm here. The Cellist September 22nd, 2003 So intent on the notes ahead, though her eyes are closed. Line after line of brilliance, tiny nuances br

Pass the salt, pass the gravy. Pass the insults, pass the commentary. In-laws and out-laws, young and old. Mama's gripin' about the over-cooked roast, papa's yellin' at the bickering kids. Just another dinner around the table.