Andrew John
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Wonderful but WeirdA Poem by Andrew JohnI have my coffee now and sit upon a chair that gives me comfort; have TV, a roaring fire, and footstool, and myself. So perfect, I find it odd -.. |
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Still LifeA Poem by Andrew JohnOh, how we watch a town go by! Pieces of life wrapped against the elements, going somewhere, always going somewhere. From this upper window, my .. |
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An ImageA Poem by Andrew JohnA photograph |
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A Few SenryuA Poem by Andrew JohnCollection of senryu |
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Outside the CrematoriumA Poem by Andrew JohnThe car that brings that boxwith requisite solemnitypurrs reverently to its gentle halt.The engine is well mannered,so quiet I hardly know it’s .. |
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EvergreenA Poem by Andrew JohnThey’ve hauled me into the parlour, secure in terracotta packed with soil, to sit awhile before my ritual humiliation. Soon I will be baubled.. |
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The Man Who Spoke in WhispersA Poem by Andrew JohnA friend who died. |
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A Second Daughter DepartsA Poem by Andrew John(sonnet, written for a friend who lost another daughter) |
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Clarence the Teller of TimeA Poem by Andrew JohnA phone is a companion |
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DanglingA Poem by Andrew JohnThere is a site just here, yes, here. Somewhere. I hover, dangle, hang about, just here. You can hold a mouse, press it just here, o.. |
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