Luna Tique Fringe
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Seven Sundays, PastA Poem by Luna Tique FringeA collection of vignettes |
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she dreamed of billowing sheets and march windsA Poem by Luna Tique Fringehard times |
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Label AccordinglyA Poem by Luna Tique Fringeinspired by sculpter Joseph Cornell's assemblege art, particulary Cockatoo with Corks http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/cornell/ |
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Who Washes the Dalai Lama\'s Robes?A Poem by Luna Tique FringeIn the florescent glow, I was given a sign~ NO ATTENDANT ON DUTY DO NOT OVERLOAD THE MACHINES Between cycles and Turkish cigarettes, I medi.. |
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i started a poem that i am not sure i will ever fi..A Poem by Luna Tique Fringea collection of vignettes, individually titled |
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out of body, out of my mindA Poem by Luna Tique Fringestranded on a montana highway out-of-gas but not out-of-time, we spent the time we had saved from squeezing minutes out of days, in a leg-spl.. |
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night marketA Poem by Luna Tique Fringei smoke curls through my head like pick-pockets slither through the souq bells jangle, drivers shout balak! balak! their donkey carts clatte.. |
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that bridge was crossedA Poem by Luna Tique Fringea letter to the girl i once was |
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the pain of pleasure in trailer park heavenA Poem by Luna Tique Fringehis face was screwed into a grimace and he was breathing like a fat man lugging a keg up three flights she watched a vein throb in his neck, .. |
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god bless patsy clineA Poem by Luna Tique FringeIt's not a tribute poem. |
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