Philip Costea
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Hotel DinaA Poem by Philip Costeawritten after seeing my mom cry on vacation in Rome |
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Rebel YawnA Poem by Philip CosteaWhat vice does life grant you if you don’t have a penchant for the rebel hidden behind shades and leather? When you feel the rum.. |
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upon the new padA Poem by Philip CosteaThe freshness of a new settingSettles slow like smoke into thin air.I haven’t been able to taste this new place with rested eyes yet.Everything&.. |
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An Injunction on JoyA Poem by Philip CosteaI seek joy not as a compensation for lack of humoror a sense of itbut as a necessity of fulfillmentI hear my son laugh sometimes with the deepest sens.. |
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poet with a gunA Poem by Philip CosteaBravado strolls with the clink of spurs on weather-beaten bootshis words sear, branding a being wholethrough layers of lackluster rootsSifting for wor.. |
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