I am a paradox.
We both die in the end.
Unfortunately, that’s how we both end
But before that, before anything else,
We both lived and loved like there’s no tomorrow… 124 more words
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Earth and the sky
That great freedom is calling.
Painful and sacred all at once, I can smell the smoke, breathe the dusty air and it is calling me. 77 more words
Do you think she knows?
I wonder if that youthful vision blinds?
The promise floating from the shimmering
Brilliance, the warmth of line – melody… 167 more words
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Algebra Of Owls
Keen followers will know that earlier this year we reduced the number of poems we publish from around 25 per month to about 15 per month – to make the magazine more digestible and concentrate the quality somewhat. 107 more words
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Writings by MCM
THE OPEN ROAD
Down the road I go
To a destination
Far beyond my location
My favorite ride
Taking me for a drive… 101 more words
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the blighters rock
I took a trip to no man’s land
to see what I could find
when a psychedelic land mine
went boom and blew my mind… 23 more words
Twelve-foot-high reeds rush
Iridescent lights over flooded
Now dry-cracked roads, depressed
Concrete bridges in riverbeds dusted
With night’s sighs illuminated, now
Not. Eternal struggle of man’s… 89 more words