Dana Alsamsam
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II. TurkeyA Poem by Dana AlsamsamI am writing a series called "World Vision" where I address a poem to each place that I've visited. |
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I. Wisconsin DellsA Poem by Dana AlsamsamI am starting a collection called "World Vision" where I write an address poem to every place that I've traveled. It may be uneventful, but i'm starti.. |
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Undressing ForeverA Poem by Dana Alsamsamwe were the couple slow dancing in the parking lot to Frank Sinatra’s “Songs For Swingin’ Lovers." we were the couple that made the .. |
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LachrymosaA Poem by Dana Alsamsam“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise" --Shinji Moon |
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ForevernessA Poem by Dana AlsamsamI left the bookOn the coffee tableSo you could turnThe pages on foreverWith the whisperOf your fingers.At the end of the bookNeither of us can decodeW.. |
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cafunéA Poem by Dana Alsamsamcafuné (n): the act of tenderly running your fingers through your lover's hair |
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After watching conspiracy theories about Kurt Coba..A Poem by Dana AlsamsamOh Courtney Love, loves!So deeply that the only accurate compensation is a gunshot woundIn the head. Four days old.I don’t care if you’re .. |
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Nothing Meant EverythingA Poem by Dana Alsamsamyou want to be broken. you want to be positively messed up. because you have these feelings of sadness, emptiness and you don’t know why they&rs.. |
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The Piano Is Not Firewood (Yet)A Poem by Dana AlsamsamI'll probably still think about youOn calm Sunday nightsUntil the piano becomes nothingBut firewood to burn.Even then, the flaming vinylWill pull stri.. |
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Artistic PreservationA Poem by Dana AlsamsamMy biggest regret (afterNot splatter painting my bedroom walls),Is not finding a wayTo house dance in museums.All I ask is that when deathGrips my bon.. |
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