Poetry

Distant Dreams: Mackinac bridge with fog and a sailboat.

Distant Dreams

Distant dreams of love stretches across the miles like an unseen suspension bridge,
A fragile connection binding souls separated by distances wide,
This longing lingers heavy, like a mist, shrouding every thought,
Life is suspended, caught between highways and heartbeats,
Voices echo softly in the phone wires, reminders of what once was,
Each whisper carries the weight of dreams waiting to be realized.

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Poetry
The last American exit, where ghosts live.

Ghosts

Out here, we are the edge of somewhere and nowhere,
The last stretch of stateside before the river runs south.
This town clings to the border like it forgot where to go,
Like we are all half-waiting to cross over, but never quite do.
The highway bridges at the water’s edge,
Where only the brave or the lost take that final step.

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