These are my hands….

From Ric Masten – 


I think of my poems and songs, as hands.

And if  I did not hold them out to you,

I find I won´t be touched.


If I keep them in my pocket,

I would never get to see you.

Seeing me, seeing you.


And though I know from experience,

Many of you for a myriad of reasons,

Will laugh and spit

And walk away unmoved

Still, to meet those of you who do reach out

It is well worth the risk and pain.


Here are my hands –

Do with them what you will……

By The Sea

Where Once Was Love



An Empty Bed

You Are

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Nanny Rap









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