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fingerprints
I happened to notice the etchings of my hands today and I realized with great sadness that my fingerprints are slowly fading. How will anyone know that I was here ? Copyright © 2010 by Christopher Chaffin – All … Continue reading
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hindsight
looking back, I should have known that you were a liar and a thief you stole my heart while lying in my arms how very cliché of you… Copyright © 2010 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved
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pictures
Images lie in shoeboxes, stuffed in closets and under unmade beds, souvenirs of what was and what will never be again. These are treasured memories, typical days gone by that have eclipsed actual time, enhanced by naivety and wishful thinking … Continue reading
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bridges
It used to be there, that magical place where you and I sat and dangled poles into frigid waters below; dreams of trout the size of our heads perched precariously in the form of worms on hooks. We laughed and … Continue reading
dreams of Monterey
dreams of Monterey birds along a rock sea wall whisper my name in salty tones begging me to join them in flight they do not know that my wings are tired or that I no longer wish to soar Steinbeck’s … Continue reading
Polaris
Polaris in the dark streets beneath our home, there is no escaping your glow — I stumble, face down on a crumbling driveway, ignoring you, though I gravitate toward your frustrating point of light regardless of what I do; mouth … Continue reading
Playing with Jung
Playing with Jung in dream-like states where thoughts emerge from unconscious whim, we carve stone sculptures on opposite garden ends – mine is a goat with webbed feet, Carl’s is a duck with horns; this is a meaningful coincidence later, … Continue reading
