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THE WILD DAYS ARE OVER
TO MY LATE MUM. I have written this poem at the same time I got to know that my mother had been diagnosed with cancer. I felt old and powerless. She died less than two months later. The wild days are… more →
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Encounter at Narcissus’ Pool... by Susan P. McNally
wrote 2 days ago: Encounter at Narcissus’ Pool Have you ever met someone, and thought, I’ve been waiting for yo … more →
Dream Season... by Derrick Keeton
wrote 2 weeks ago: Dream Season Back to groundwork in silent absentia Dreaming how music sounds like tears As th … more →
The Open Society and its Enemies... by Frederick Pollack
wrote 3 weeks ago: The Open Society and its Enemies The heat is solid, like the crowd inside. At a table under t … more →
Equinox - A poem at 2am on a Friday night.
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wrote 1 month ago: A child’s moon rises in cornflower blue, Two full coins have a faceoff in the sky. The repetition … more →
A Chastised Child... by Keith Kennedy
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wrote 1 month ago: A Chastised Child And if that wasn’t enough, he clings, as a near oblique – some pseudo … more →
THE WILD DAYS ARE OVER
wrote 4 months ago: TO MY LATE MUM. I have written this poem at the same time I got to know that my mother had been diag … more →
SOMETHING ON MY MIND
wrote 4 months ago: Something on my mind and it is not you Something on my mind makes me restless Sleeping next to you W … more →
MOMENTS
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wrote 4 months ago: Moments Shreds Fractions Cubes of a puzzle Called Memory. Meaning is missing. Thoughts Images Fracti … more →
Ballerina Glass
wrote 4 months ago: Lost identity Stolen for me I cannot seem To fall between Dual existence Teetering on taught lines O … more →
A Cold Wisp of Reality
wrote 4 months ago: Can we read someone’s face? figure out they’re thinking, they’re feeling? Funny how we put on a show … more →
Dials... by Valentina Cano
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wrote 4 months ago: Dials A master at telling time. That’s what I’ve become. A being who watched arrows and blink … more →
The Mariachi... by Margaret Elysia Garcia
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wrote 5 months ago: The Mariachi He used to played guitar with other grandfathers who had been young men in dance … more →
The Fireworks Go Out... by Ben Nardolilli
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wrote 5 months ago: The Fireworks Go Out Sugar and fat, asphalt and air conditioning, The American Dream can only … more →
The Two Years of Ambiguity
wrote 5 months ago: On the 1st of December I achieved two complete years of continuous sobriety. To me this is easily th … more →
Just Because
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wrote 5 months ago: Just because a person likes you Doesn’t mean that they are the one The one set aside for you To keep … more →
Walt Whitman Fantasy... by Matthew Brouwer
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wrote 5 months ago: Walt Whitman Fantasy Six o’clock January darkness Rainclouds pressed against the face of the … more →
For Jia Yi
wrote 7 months ago: The first time they heard you it was magical. There was a little whimper you set free, It had been n … more →
New Tradition... by Kim Logue
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wrote 8 months ago: New Tradition (see collage image below) how (not) to get a MAN. rediscovering birth so sincer … more →
The First Urge Fulfilled... by Keith Kennedy
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wrote 8 months ago: The First Urge Fulfilled Flesh furrows up into tiny mounds as time, heavily administered, dro … more →
