#inpoetry

Oh my father and his fathers before him, why have I been plagued in this life? I have been true to the requirements of manliness, always respecting the woman in all entirety, never once bringing her cause

Associations coalesce string theories decompressed pressures release infinitesimally ideas expressed innovation travels ever westerly even-handed mistaken identity tombstones and cryptic thoughts please

The lazy synchopated rumble-ssssssss of sealogged waves rolling ashore through shallow sandbars seagulls scree and occasionally the lonesome, haunted buoy bell clattering a single tone seeming close while

My sense of empathy began developing even before I was delivered into the hospital maternity ward. The language of the body and the vocabulary of tone of voice were loud and clear. There were tears and