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David LaBounty Michigan, USA Bethany calls me while I am sitting at my desk. It’s the morning and my desk
An. Ray Norsworthy Boise, USA Because the sun kills the improvident, and the cookie man is nothing if not provident,
Poet Behind a plough of words the poet drives a furrow, – never straight. Phrases spiral upwards, as an eagle
BREAKING DIGITAL LOCKS government crackdowns: the Feds introduce a new bill entitled “Technology Neutral” pop-goes-the-weasel screams the Industry Minister standing
Blurring Borders I want to sneak into some books in the form of words, running in pages upon pages –
Losing the Girls I abhorred the idea of losing the girls, the only things I got before my sister (She
Two Beloved Poems 1 I touch my Beloved warily today. It has been so long since I felt him. I
My Love Trusts In the treasury of snow angelic hands in shadow fold each fragile breath of a rose with
Maverick Galloping girl, beautiful woman in bloom— you ride this life like you would an untamed beast, your hands on