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This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;. Wednesday, July 27, 2011. One of the quintuplets nestled,. Friendship awaits at every crash. Waves across the water,. Shore-to-shore in a connection,. In an exchange of written wonder,.

Menopausal Mom seeks words for molding, melting, and melding into meaningful monologues. Wednesday, June 9, 2010. Ill write it out here, but seeing it in its original erasure form is also cool, and you can try the form for yourself.

Poetry in the land of my life. March 1, 2015 in poems. Soft pressure of my boot onto dirt sodden asphalt pulls me towards the earth. The gentle tug bearing me downward to root and grow limbs with leaves. A Black capped chickadee rests momentarily on bare auburn colored boxberry branch. Snow falls again as we all watch March blow in. December 29, 2009 in poems. Shotgun blast shattered window pane. Why would anyone choose to live here? My anti war poem.

Nel tempo de li dei falsi e bugiardi. If someone were to say that ignorance is a lack of understanding, he is mistaken. Ignorance is the condition of being wretched and beguiled. Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;. Monday, October 6, 2014. Σκότος ἐγένετο ἐπὶ πᾶσαν τὴν γῆν. And now the city is ours. The weak and broken ones.

uttering a prayer for him is utterly useless. try chanting and the levitation will take you to him. I might be dead soon. the outer layer is struggling to contain the inner being. sometimes death spells the birth of a great chapter in store.

Poetry and Spoken Word in Baltimore and on the Web. Iphemera and Lit4us are trademarks of iphemera corporation. Then how would some elite arbiter.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

In your cold cruel hands. I plucked it from my chest. I seek a warm and vital heart. Hostage to a hopeless din.