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When Adele gets sad does she listen to her own songs?

when she’s rolling in the deep cold shoulder

when first love grows tired

when hometown glory fades to a million years ago

when sweetest devotion chases pavements… 86 more words

Prose Poetry


Off-center: your mental equilibrium vacations in warm sunshine, leaving your unclothed body in cold winter.


S. Darlington


Out there (Stream of Conciousness)

In the enclosure below, white buses wait for children playing soldiers, intending to defend a country that doesn’t know where it’s going. Behind red brick and jagged wire, Army green shreds of a greedy empire cling, ragged, to their skin. 560 more words


A bad omen
Or merely a crow
On a branch
With nowhere else
To be

Good luck
Maybe simply a penny
Like so many on… 45 more words

Prose Poetry

Here is this star

I think of this poem as splattered on the page, like a constellation. There is that brightest star, it represents your smile. A portal of scintillating light. 121 more words


Mark Strand

To have loved the way it happens in the empty hours of late afternoon; to lean back and conceive of a journey leaving behind no trace of itself; to look out from the house and see a figure leaning forward as if into the wind although there is no wind; to see the hats of those in town, discarded in moments of passion, scattered over the ground although one cannot see the ground. 81 more words



Tame the frontier that

threatens to move once more.

Call up for reinforcements:

yes, even the young ones.

Better to be ready than caught

unprepared for their sudden onslaught… 189 more words