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Unnamed that prickly little thing intrudes the love skin we feel the pinch of feelings a slight flow of heart's insanity ..

poets not welcomed at the Country Club splash the page with garrulous gerunds it's the "ing" of Things subjects, objects..

only what i made of it the soft glow of your voice the sound of your hair tossing to a breezy light I kissed the fragrance of you ..

when was i ever a poet i was trying to find a place to haiku in the interim i wrote a word or two syllables hidden in..

karma commercialized, homogenized, harmonized voices thrive in the cafe, pure streaming coffee served with consonance live s..

Becoming pretty little arrival wrapped in baggie clothes Zip Lock ties binding conscience a possible anyone ..

the existence of metaphor a sharp divide from simile or something like but it is what it is on some bleak level above th..

at the stroke of 12---a tribute to the Dylans rival poets in a smack down trading punch lines of poems miming the timing of..

i remember a woman once sever the expenses the cost of you too high balance lost in the tide i was the sandcastle you inv..

empty bar stools sensible feelings continents displace hearts there are some familiar tones in the music but we can onl..