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Cherubic laugh; sly, impish grin;Angelic face; wild chimp within.It does not matter; sleep awhileAs soft mirth tickles forth a smile.Gray moths will h..
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Oh, was it in this dark-Decembered worldwe walked among the moonbeam-shadowed fieldsand did not know ourselves for weight of snowupon our laden parkas..
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The Octopi Jarsby Michael R. BurchLong-vacant eyesnow lodged in clear glass,a-swim with pale armsas delicate as angels’ . . .you are beyond all ..
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Poetry capturesnot the realitybut the spirit of thingsbeing the languagenot of the lordly falconbut of the dove with broken wingswhose heavenward flig..
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for Miklós Radnóti-I met him in the gravejust before he died;his face was haggardbut his startling eyes(though terrified)were gentle, fa..
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The title “The Pain of Love” was suggested by an interview with Little Richard, then eighty years old, in Rolling Stone. He said that some..
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Poetry, my Ars Poeticaby Michael R. BurchPoetry, I found you where at last they chained and bound you;with devices all around you to torture and confo..
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StyxbyMichael R. BurchBlack waters, deep and dark and still.All men have passed this way, or will.NOTE: According to ancient Greek mythology, the Styx..
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Sunbathe,ozone baby,till your parched skin cracksin the white-hot flashof radiation.Incantationfrom your pale parched lipsshall not avail;you made thi..
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Mare Clausumby Michael R. BurchThese are the narrows of my soul:dark waters pierced by eerie, haunting screams.And these uncharted islands bleakly hom..
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