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As earthen tones of blue, green, and brown awaken, line their horizon with your gilded shine. Become the sublime reason a world so vast adjusts its focus— through every lens that flirts with time. —JG ©2026
The kitchen cupboards were underprepared for us. Four minority minors crying out, hands chocking the hunger…
We confess at red lights — knees pressed to vinyl, palms on the wheel, city hum like a choir, alleyways preachin’ with steam and speech. Mama said the street got a memory, it keeps receipts of our footsteps, so I tip my hat to the corners where hope…
NOTE: When you're used to something being one way and then it suddenly changes, what do you do at this point??? Abide to the new rules, or find another job??? DAMN IT TO THESE NEW GUIDELINES, THE HELL WITH THESE ***IN RULES, I don't follow any of this…
This one was not easy to write, we have not been high on the totem pole lately and no matter how much we humble ourselves, we still find ourselves in conversations. I am still surprised by just how many people dont need us but still find the time to…
You are aging with grace, your words still brand-new to virgin ears— yet ancient to the time they were fostered in…
The meaning to life TO ME has always been about more than mere words, it’s not a condition, not some babbling ideology from charlatans as if a breath is a curse It’s that antiquated old French Creole Haitian, dark, darker, darkest, that…
Eleven Madison Park 11 Madison Ave New York, NY 10010 Ya’ll this handsome man for me is hard to contain…
Your LOVE is like VENOM, JUST ONE STRIKE, YOU'RE GONE, I knew from the start that THIS LOVE FEST WAS WRONG, POISON running on through me…
The hard body of a soft melanated convection. Her presence sank deep, dissolving in my bed sheets…
My only objective is to pass this assessment called life. Not knowing all the answers, but still honing my study…
if you are in the area you're welcome to pull up for lunch or brunch beers with chips and dip you're always welcome to stop through…
Arriving at the conclusion to find there is none. For my heart will never cease its love, with me— no need to reason with…
I am the seducer, the sorceress, the enchanting witch An inviting scratch that has taken the fall of the Roman Empire, the Helen of Troy to itch Traveling over ancient times, a sovereign Loa of Haitian blood, coveting the frontal lobe of mortal minds…
No one wants to deal with a broken heart, In this, it is a time of healing, YES, it does hurt and you go through raw emotions…
I glanced at you and you glanced at me from across the office floor but we each wanted more than an unspoken moment in the middle of giving unto Caesar his daily yield…
Faded Connection Peaks reached of silent affection Now, so many nameless objections Number one, no heart protection Stars now in opposite directions…
Zoom Looking down on earth's mayhem, the gloom Lilies of the valley Death tolls continue to tally One by one…
Curvature, shoulder to breast, deep breath, ribs extended, down the hip, around and about— Doing away with beguiling…
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