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MELTING SNOW DRIBBLES DOWN THE BACKS OF OLD BUILDINGS ANOTHER YEAR GONE HEARTS AND MINDS - RICH SOIL LIFE CUTS DEEP THE TENDER EARTH DARKNESS FLOWERS THERE COLD MISTS AND SHADOW CREEP DOWN FROM GREY APRIL SKIES MY HEART WAITS TO BLOOM RAIN'S TINY FINGERS SUMMON GHOSTS OF OTHER HANDS WITH COLDER TOUCHES

From my journal, January 30, 1997 ...Outside my window all is black. Only a sprinkling of distant street lamps break the monotony of dark. My reflection in the glass pane leaves me with a strange dream-like feeling. The man looking back at me might be called handsome despite a haunted, haggard look. He seems unhappy and has a face so somber it's hard to imagine him smiling. Stationary, notes and letters are spread out in disarray across the desk where he sits, pen in hand. His hair hangs loos...

COFFEE The girl at the counter has beautiful eyes. They remind me of something Jason wrote. Part of a poem he sent somewhere to be published. They turned it down. "...Her ferocious eyes, Like tiger lilies, Glorious and hungry, Warm with endless summer..." That's Jason. Up to his ass in endlesslies but couldn't change a flat tire if his life depended on it. He sits at the shaky table in the corner. It's always the corner for us. From there you can see the whole room. His eyes are on the board ...

You rise Pale and alone Your starry tears Thrown across the night Sickle Moon Razor Moon You dream of cutting heaven From the sky

The skin is broken Hungry now, you bite harder seeking the center