• Poem: Coming Home

    In the dark, night after night, I sat, uncomfortably, on the chair, the bars digging into my back.  The minutes could not be counted. There were too many, perhaps thousands or millions, it was only the absence of influence that was certain.   Deeper into the night, I closed my eyes, and invited the brightness

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