Poems from TayGow

I was little once, with parents who devoted their lives to mine. I remember words and pictures, odds and ends of unconnected visions. Mom...
I'm swimming in a sea of saddness, running out of breath. Although it seems I've spotted shore, I'm always wrong: it's never near. I wish I...
Here and there you disappear, an aparition in the dark. Fading into the past: mistakes. You're not what I imagined.  In three thousand feet...
In the winter, cold and bleak, I sat upon my window seat. Looking out into the world, I saw a bird perched in the snow. No doubt this bird...
The grass has withered                   and turned to dust.                           All we see is dust. The wind is cold...

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