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james geehring

New Year

the ugly writers
Winter's not just darks and lights, when looking deep at nature's sights. Some colors muted, others clear; the first brush strokes of this new year.

gunpowder in an hourglass

the ugly writers
Because my hourglass seemed full, I had not given thought, To cherish every grain within, a lesson just now taught. Like gunpowder, instead of sand, our time in little mounds A careless spark from destiny, releasing death’s dark hounds.