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Monologue of Lovers; One contends never to exist, as is necessity of endearing Conversationalists. Words castes, molds, and shows what’s to discover of each other. Touch of the Shut-in, Cold frost...
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Even the morning seems acutely somber Broad clouded skies hold steady longer Green leaves thick ripped from their place Void departed relatives we save nigh space Juxtapose this deep cutting- chilled...
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He sat as we tore him to pieces, limb by limb; every sentence sound, lost thought, and errant period became our subject, our purpose to change. Critical words and suggested alterations sliced deep, a...
View ArticleEpiphany at a U Slam Event
To my astonishment there was none— people were content with old formulas and bad news. The “best poet I know” spoke there. It was a real treat. *** Knowing that, I can sleep a lot, a lot easier. Yawn.
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