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That Warm Late-Summer Eve — Stanza 57
Res Publica, Book One, Canto the First 57. Alone and quite disoriented. A tarp of Western rain, or ghost- like fog blacked-out New Zealand’s coast which often, at night, was ornamented with candy sprinkles of light. And this, dear reader, … Continue reading
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That Vast Imploding Gulf of Loneliness — Stanza 55
Res Publica, Book One, Canto the First 55. And yet I felt that same foreboding sense I’d had while dreaming – the sense of being abandoned to fatal portents; and too, alas, that vast imploding gulf of loneliness. The air … Continue reading
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Enough, Digression! You Mountain Climber — Stanza 52
Res Publica, Book One, Canto the First 52. Enough, Digression! You mountain climber. We trek too far and leave behind our reader! What dizzying peaks my mind has scaled with you – this novice rhymer knows, as with the climber’s … Continue reading
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