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vancouver poetry

Beacon

I was admiring a tree adorned in lights, one morning, when my thoughts entertained a myth: one tiny bulb has the power to set the whole world aflame. Though its exterior is peaceful, contained behind those mere millimetres of glass,... Continue Reading →

Silenced Sledgehammers

... a prelude to reconstruction;

style, humanity, humor.

Outside My Reach

and start. stop and start to reconcile.

i know a lady

strike with lightning, but never drip with rain.

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