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Poem – What We Must Do
In the first light of day we head from the city into the greening forest filled with bird voices. We reached the bottom of the first hill when we stopped in our tracks – remains of a deer. For the 3rd time in the last three years, we have found the reamins of deer while…
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New Art Project – Beneath the Remains
I have some new poetry posted over at Beneath the Remains. Of Tide and Time, by Hanakia Zedek What I Create, by William Ricci This is Life, by William Ricci Beneath the Remains is about: “Here we focus on raw images and words from the ruins, from the real world that is often swept away,…
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Poem – City
I walk the midnight valleys of this desolate city mired in the remnants of industry. I walk the tunnel of black light with no beginning or end and the underlying fear this will begin again consumes more of each day. I walk beneath the remains of each day searching through rubble, scraps, picture frames and…