Posted in Poetry, Prose, Relationships


the smallest
of her name
conjures thoughts
in my mind,
the mention
was something
I told myself
which made
those thoughts
in my thoughts
which brought
her name to my mind,
with the smallest
the yet unspoken
the less than obvious
the unseen to others
the mention
of her name

with no more than that
the repetition of which
brought forth
her name

in my ….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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