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  1. I removed that photo you took, 2001, & tried to reuse the frame. But the glass is burned with age; your shadow mars anything I put behind it2:36 PM May 14th from web
  2. My visits to the verdant city of wizards by the water never fail to move, impress, delight. Her roads twist through foggy glory.10:53 AM Sep 9th, 2008 from web
  3. Without the Amazon rush of words and pens, I am so lifeless and still, so hushed in expectations, so taut with want.11:36 PM Jun 23rd, 2008 from web
  4. Our days and hours are hyperactive ice droplets, rushing to be the first to melt against the sun, our tongues.3:10 PM May 17th, 2008 from web
  5. the pale tremors of sunlight that peer through cloud cover do not fall on meanings. They highlight transit slips, and echoes of footsteps.1:53 PM May 13th, 2008 from web
  6. His heart is a dozen shades of gold reflecting back 6 infinities of love to the world and I think: this asphalt globe does not deserve him.10:18 PM May 8th, 2008 from web
  7. Our walk through forest, analogously off the path, revealed thoughts in footsteps. "Do you want to go further?" Our hands were in accord.3:44 PM May 3rd, 2008 from web
  8. We drank coffee at midnight, avoiding talk of dreams, avoiding talk of any daring thing. We sank in to the comfort of wasted hours.11:57 PM Apr 25th, 2008 from web
  9. The sun rips gold across the sky between the storm clouds, filtering river air through stretching green.8:22 PM Apr 16th, 2008 from web
  10. Another turn, I don't know where I'm going; I follow shreds of happiness, like a trail of glitter, 5 a.m. on SW Salmon.3:14 PM Apr 6th, 2008 from web
  11. How uneasy it is, to follow my brave little mouth. Bacchus will hold a quiet court here; intimate mistakes, charming lunacy.10:51 PM Mar 21st, 2008 from web
  12. I believe my heart is destined for chronic sundering. I suspect in a recent past life, I pissed off some particular deity.11:36 PM Mar 5th, 2008 from web
  13. Here we are all clinging to the ledge, holding conversations in pint glasses; waiting for Aphrodite to break the ice.7:49 PM Mar 3rd, 2008 from web
  14. Wine glasses & freely poured entertainment; the murmur of delighted strangers talking. Last night we entered a diorama of civility, Scyla.9:52 AM Feb 10th, 2008 from web
  15. sic meos amores?10:15 PM Feb 7th, 2008 from web
  16. Thoughts and remembrances of us survived winter, and the fall. Unexpectedly I held you, briefly. Then the realization: I miss you still.5:26 PM Feb 4th, 2008 from web
  17. Landing on my feet again, breathing easier once more. The outcome was expected, but that plummet skins me new ways every time.8:27 PM Jan 30th, 2008 from web
  18. And so another year older, contemplating validity & the measure of worth. Eros is scrappling with Discordia outside the bar.2:45 PM Jan 29th, 2008 from web
  19. This year swept in accompanied by Eros, Fate's handmaidens grinning behind the bar. Tequila kisses courted midnight's smile.10:42 PM Jan 1st, 2008 from web
  20. Fortune sometimes favors those who court sweet chance, adorned as she is in mysterious veils. Letters are sent, & Friday beckons, grinning.12:39 AM Dec 20th, 2007 from web
  • Name paroxamore
  • Location Portland, OR
  • Bio Poems about people and life.
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