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Practice Makes Perfect (for Eternity)

Practice Makes Perfect (for Eternity)

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Practice Makes Perfectby Michael R. BurchI have a talent for sleep;it’s one of my favorite things.Thus when I sleep, I sleep deep ...at least ti..
Time is a Thief !

Time is a Thief !

A Poem by KurKota


Reflection upon aging
All That Remains

All That Remains

A Poem by william wilder


Reflections on the seasons of my lifetime.
Leave Taking

Leave Taking

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Leave Takingby Michael R. BurchBrilliant leaves abandon battered limbsto waltz upon ecstatic windsuntil they die.But the barren and embittered trees,l..
Besieged

Besieged

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Besiegedby Michael R. BurchLife -- the disintegration of the fleshbefore the fitful elevation of the soulupon improbable wings?Life -- it is all we kn..
Who I Am

Who I Am

A Poem by Karen Arizona


A poem about growing old and seeing ones reflection clearer than ever
The ballad of Sex Machine

The ballad of Sex Machine

A Story by Jason Scott


An aging has been rock star comes to terms with the fact he as well as his band and his music is no longer relevant.
Autumn Conundrum

Autumn Conundrum

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Autumn Conundrumby Michael R. BurchIt’s not that every leaf must finally fall,it’s just that we can never catch them all.Originally publis..
First Steps

First Steps

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


First Stepsby Michael R. Burchfor Caitlin Shea MurphyTo her a year is like infinity,each day―an adventure never-ending.She has no concept of tim..
Sunset

Sunset

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Sunsetby Michael R. BurchThis poem is dedicated to my grandfather, George Edwin Hurt, who died April 4, 1998.Between the prophesies of morningand twil..
The Meaningless Life of Autumn Rose.

The Meaningless Life of Autumn Rose.

A Story by Jason Scott


A rich and entitled mature woman contemplates her lost youth, beauty, and life.
Reflections on the Loss of Vision

Reflections on the Loss of Vision

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Reflections on the Loss of Visionby Michael R. BurchThe sparrow that cries from the shelter of an ancient oak tree and the squirrelsthat dash in delig..
A Body Speaks

A Body Speaks

A Poem by Colbinile


The body, if it could speakwould tell of tired,of aches in the morningodd twinges in the feet when they walk.The skin shows every scrape and scar.This..
Thirty

Thirty

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Thirtyby Michael R. BurchThirty crept upon me slowlywith feline caution and a slowly-twitching tail;she waited three decades for the winds to shift;no..

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