This is a story about how past sins will never go away.

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a collection of poetry and thoughts reflecting my eighteenth year.

of zebras - the love collection here, when i say i never want to be without you, somewhere else i am saying i never want to be without you again. and when i touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying and resurrected. when i don't touch you it's a mistake in any life, in each place and forever' ― bob hicok zebra embryos start out with a dark skin but go on to develop white stripes before birth

letters

Ivy-jacketed, December oaks on road-borders shock their stark gestures at us now, through sun and sleet, that January will yawn at and February, propping eyelids, will desperately ignore, longing for blossom; and making do with the least of anything flowering.

a collection of poems.

Glass Beads in Rows on Strings

A collection of poems.

"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then the poetry side of the Watty's contest and I have since kept it current with odds and ends. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones