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Poem: Aurora : Late at night in my younger years, / my father woke me in the middle / of the darkest of nights.
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Poem: sitting on the palatine : This is my ancient city, Rome / beyond the stench of sour days, cowering below…
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Poem: my fathers lay silent : Why is it you call me to discover a truth you know but cannot share?
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Blog: So this is sadness…
And I’ve been asked a dozen times already: won’t you get bored?
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Flickr: Stanley Pond
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Flickr: Chris for Governor
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Blog: Ch. 1: An Introduction to Synthesism
Prepare to journey with me through the grand history of humankind…
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Poem: the yellow mist : “I have gone at dusk through narrow streets…” t.s. eliot
Mila (Jacob Stetser)
Mila
is a writer, photographer,
& anything else that interests him.