thomas-w-caseCelestial

59 / M / Clear Lake

Iowa Fallpumpkins line the barn / cicadas now fade silent / sunset sinks low

23h ago

Escaping with ShadowsNot for symphony, / not for melody or harmony, / not for the gods—

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2d ago

Escaping with ShadowsNot for symphony, / not for melody or harmony, / not for the gods—

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2d ago

Someone Had to Be ThereI was 19, / naive, idealistic, / thinking a nursing home

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3d ago

Someone Had to Be ThereI was 19, / naive, idealistic, / thinking a nursing home

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4d ago

Lonely Night HawksShe rings the doorbell, smiling too wide. / Magazines clutched like life rafts— / inked promises of better lives, better bodies,

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5d ago

Lonely Night HawksShe rings the doorbell, smiling too wide. / Magazines clutched like life rafts— / inked promises of better lives, better bodies,

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6d ago

And the Story GoesThere are days / when the fat / rain beats the

6d ago

The Artist's HungerI was eight years old, maybe younger, / trying to exercise the energy / and sight that was within me.

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May 29

Psalm of DeliveryO you who saw me wander blind, / who smelled the **** on my clothes, / and the ***** on my breath,

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May 27

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