Posted on Dec 5th, 2009
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elisa
I went back to bed to keep my head straight. Not having the optimum of neurologic days of late. Instead of the limiting trapped feeling, I decided to languish in the quiet morning that included... More »
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Posted on Jan 7th, 2008
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elisa
such disconnection the hand jerks the bullet flies target impersonal child flesh torn numb teen soul broken long before unable to heed angels walking beside that moment of sound a soul set free whirlwind of... More »
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Posted on Dec 30th, 2007
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elisa
the cocoa beach and run, slam, jam, slots, and kick- 'ed o'er the wrinkled feet of elders nodding rotted and hat covered heads pitching peanuts to gulls flying wide open are eyes... More »
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