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Assembling the glyphs, I then mapped them out with their image and then wrote the poem from the connected glyphs.
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As for my name here on "Writer's Cafe," it is from my book "The Call" a historical fiction set in the time of the First Crusade.
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Is There Room at the Inn?
How could I’ve been so blind,
Not to’ve seen the divine?
To turn my back was cruel.
I was tr..
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A parable inspired by a photo I took in Kenya
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Michael's HopeI found a rag-doll abandoned in a corner.Used, abused, tossed away, a discarded toy.Lord, am I, the finder, its only mourner?This poor r..
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I was working with a friend of mine teaching in Troy, New York. She created a new language built entirely out of Glyphs. I took several of those Glyp..
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I wrote this poem the day after my 21st birthday after I had made love with a woman for the first time. Extracted from: "The Call" by Gary M. Gantney
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