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History & mythology. I’m watching you. Moon at Midnight Part XXXXII (day 2016). December 5, 2016 2349. On the third day we left. As always, it was hard to leave Amy, Frank, and Clarinet. But it was necessary. For I could see that Moon Cow and Tall Pine. Were eager to return to the family. I missed Willow and Lily. The first night we camped it was very cold. So cold, we woke up with a layer of frost on us. This made me a bit grumpy, and of course stiff. But soon we had a fire going. We made some warm tea.
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9776; Main Menu. Search our collection of over 1000 poems by over 1000 poets. Explore and search a growing selection of poems commissioned, published or celebrated by The Poetry Society. Search by word, theme or title. Explore and search our growing online database of poets, featuring prize-winners, members, contributors and many others. This poem was published in The Poetry Review, winter issue, 2016. You can find out more about this issue, and buy a copy, online. My window is a book of birds. For a sec...
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Our motto is a 13th century french gambling phrase Je lenvy meaning I defy you. I am going to distill these bitter tears. And i will pour myself a drink. So sweet cool dry revenge. In this gothic time and place. That is san francisco 1999. Then i will serve myself. To the powers that be. And they will drink. Because my story distilled. Poured by my hand is…. Like so many thousands. I have sat still stranded numb mute. Even as my very lifeblood pours out of. The memories that one cruel cowardly wound.
