Ted Kniffen
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Genuine SolitudeA Poem by Ted KniffenGENUINE SOLITUDE Genuine solitude is little more than the sound of gulls and the sea. When the wind’s restless r.. |
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Breaking CampA Poem by Ted KniffenBreaking Camp The day’s grown old, the wind unravels in green branches At the edge of the wood, thin te.. |
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Dear GodA Poem by Ted KniffenMight as well get in on the act |
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LossA Poem by Ted KniffenAn idea from a review |
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The StruggleA Poem by Ted KniffenThe Struggle I’d save you all if I could trust myself. But, I can’t save myself if I don’t trust yo.. |
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Empty RoomsA Poem by Ted KniffenEMPTY ROOMS We cannot return to dance in vacant rooms. To weep within crumpled paint; or bounce screams agains.. |
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On His First DeathA Poem by Ted KniffenOn His First Death The dream never varies. It begins with my mother screaming hysterically in my grandfather’s kitchen. .. |
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HarvestA Poem by Ted KniffenHarvest Deep-rooted farmer tends to his field, hastens to gather the end of the yield. Between fading rows a harvester gl.. |
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Africa Escaping VillanelleA Poem by Ted KniffenAfrica Escaping In front of us, Africa escaping savannah and jungle to die behind us. The Cape withdrawing before a cy.. |
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Africa EscapingA Poem by Ted KniffenVacation Idea |
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