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About the header image. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A novel for nanowrimo. The Well, chapter 22. Asymp; Leave a comment. But now she remembered what her aunt had said that summer. Some days this holiday had made her feel the same, when she was waiting for her friends to get back. She’d been wishing days were over when they’d only just begun. Now she wished things would slow down a little so she had time to think. It seemed you could never get it just right. Was Elisha going to run out? 8216;I hope we...
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About the header image. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A novel for nanowrimo. Poem in a white ribbed vest. Asymp; 4 Comments. National Poetry Writing Month. Poem in a white ribbed vest. He’s far away in his head. From bullies in the hall at break. Fruitlessly in her skull. Like a wasp caught in a jam jar. He’s not wasting time. He’ll never dare utter. He is removed from pain,. From the narrow worlds. Of hurt and revenge,. Refusing to engage,. His grey eyes as clear. As a winter sky. Larr; Previous post.
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About the header image. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A novel for nanowrimo. Poem in a white ribbed vest. Asymp; Leave a comment. National Poetry Writing Month. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A dead net cord. To his soul,. As a child denied,. In his fiery wake. 8216; is the first in a trilogy of poems about Sascha Zverev. The second is ‘ Adolescent. 8216; and the third ‘ Disarmed. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). The Well, cha...
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About the header image. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A novel for nanowrimo. Poem in a white ribbed vest. Asymp; 2 Comments. National Poetry Writing Month. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A teenage tennis up and comer,. Capricious as an easter breeze,. Unlevelheaded as a maiden in love. In a highstrung bronte. Wilful with the whims of the. Unfairly cossetted youngest son,. As a colt all at once. Let loose in a fallow field. Protests, remonstrates,. Melodramatic as a princess. In a whirlwind of temper. You ar...
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About the header image. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A novel for nanowrimo. In poem in a white ribbed vest. Asymp; Leave a comment. National Poetry Writing Month. Poem in a white ribbed vest. You ride with him. Roller coaster of youth. Of pent up rage. But your soft centre. Can still be touched. By his broken-heartedness,. As tangible to the onlooker. As a grazed elbow,. Nursed with a pout. After a playground tumble. Survives on the edge of glory. Tragically, to despair,. Then surfaces like a. The Well, ...
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Poem In A Box
Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Wednesday, July 10, 2013. Poem 35 Katrina Vandenberg. Oarlock, Oar (Y, W, V, U, F). Still I hail from smokestacks girders closed. Factories McClouth Steel’s poured slag turning the night. Sky and black river orange the tight typeface of houses. In River Rouge Wyandotte the steel and auto tribes. Tribe of the alphabet job shops the fathers who set. Metal lathes on screw machines to make in multiples. Out but in the letters embodyi...
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Poetry is meat. Mustard is optional. Where Paramount Focus Are Veritable Holy. April 8, 2007. Pigeon Eggs for your Easter basket — a ghettotory hallucination. That today, being Easter, is the perfect time to post some mystical spam. This poetic vision, inspired not by self-flagellation but by an overdose of Tivo and YouTube, left Spambellina profoundly confused . . . yet somehow spiritually refreshed. Must be the word-bath of Linux, Unix, and bokmlnorsk. Where Paramount Focus Are Veritable Holy. Managequ...
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About Poem In A Park. A Poem Inspired by Sitka, Alaska. WANNABE -a.l.graysay Raven struts along salt-crusted concrete squares nabs treasure crumbs and juicy castaways. Gangster protects himself, his neighborhood, circles the beat sleek shiny blue,waiting for all to come to him: herring, ice-cream, sea salt, salmon. I am a wannabe in my black hoodie strolling Sitka, taking the sea air, thrifting through the White Elephant…. A Poem Inspired by Herbert Hoover National Historic Site. At Goat Lick by a.l&...
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About the header image. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A novel for nanowrimo. Poem in a white ribbed vest. Asymp; Leave a comment. National Poetry Writing Month. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A dead net cord. To his soul,. As a child denied,. In his fiery wake. 8216; is the first in a trilogy of poems about Sascha Zverev. The second is ‘ Adolescent. 8216; and the third ‘ Disarmed. Poem in a white ribbed vest. Asymp; 4 Comments. National Poetry Writing Month. Poem in a white ribbed vest. He’s not wasting time.
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Movement - group - philosophy. Generation of 27 [3]. Modernism, Realism [60]. Surrealism, dadaism, absurdism [21]. Poem of the day. I was the height of a folio, my bed just. Backed on the bookcases sombre Babel,. Everything, Latin ashes, Greek dust. Jumbled together: novel, science, fable. Poet of the day. Was born on December 8, 1943, had 27 years and died on July 3, 1971. Poems were written mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other. Member of the day. No more info about this member.
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The Poeming Project | A poem a day for 365 days
A poem a day for 365 days. October 15, 2012. There is skin we share, humans and animals. Planets and molecules, forces hardened. By looking at them under a microscope. Or wading into knee-high night water. You are the wings that fly me from bad dreams into good,. Crumpler of forgettable days and clarifier of. Sentences, maps and butter. Motionless, stretched out, is not leather’s. Natural state. It craves sinews and pumping. Blood and belonging, as souls do. As we do,. We are closer than splinters. The n...
