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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