There are no valentines for the unloved. Though loved, received
no pink heart candies in the shape of keys,
left upon the doorstep, within the envelope, sealed with a quick lick. A careful lick, like the tongue of a cat toward the end of its tail,
a long tail, told for balance.
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Of Yesterday
Poetry[Completed] Of Yesterday is a poetry collection written over the last decade, and deals intimately with emotions related to loss, grief, love, recovery and renewal. The pictures used in this chapbook are my own photographs, taken and edited personal...
