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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

We All Fall Down

We All Fall Down


I thought it was a good idea to institute a daddy candy tax on my children. It was a method to reduce sugar intake and prevent cavities. So, it had overtones of the Godfather. So, it seemed a minor abuse of power. So, the sweets were fantastic. Creative parenting is paramount in the digital age.
Hopefully I don’t get diabetes.

Mark Antony Rossi is a poet, playwright and author of eight books.


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