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Morbid Toxicity
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` pensive now morbid later striving contrivance reader wary mind uncanny wit and guile blood and bile things in pieces fra..
Musing on Cave Art
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` Striving toward originality results in piece meal offferings - bright but witless understanding? statements pondering universalities feeding..
Photos on Our Wedding Day
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
' Sit down with me awhile, my Love Let's leave the world behind; This hour belongs to us alone: Our moment etched in time. Lean upon my sho..
morphed illusions
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` what are we to do about shadows in the mirror? pray tell before they rise - filling-in memories of film noir and poetry dark or broodin..
Painting Canvas
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` i painted the sun today it was shiny and bright so i thought why not give it a bit of a colourful splash instead the pro..
leaves in the wind
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` the upside of my underside molly-coddling your neck through a bleakly lined morning sky stirs my now tepid faith always in the shadows ..
Cry Petey, I See Bards Rounding the Bend
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` Cry we all toward places unnamed Rise above the crested hills Yell we will - shattering door frames Plundering thoughts of plovered wi..
thus written
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` each instance the poet pulls the quill resting between his breastbone and life's undulations treasures once hidden pulse uncovered re..
Autocide
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` my reasons - anyone's reasons seem too much at one time and way too little another some of us don't ever come back from thinkin..
From Swords to Plowshares
A Poem by
Red Brick Keshner
` A field of crop once a battlefield(red) now feeds a remnant - They that survived the young gave-up lives so this plot of land Might r..
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