30 july 2021
Sketches In Coal
Where sand becomes
silver, you cower
under a palm.
A birch tree
beacons you to write
the fall of man.
All day you wait
for a miracle.
It never happens.
This autum, I will
worship a naked tree.
A toast for dying moon.
12 december 2025
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12 december 2025
Eva T.
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Anthony DiMichele
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele
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