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Seven Sundays, Past
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
A collection of vignettes
she dreamed of billowing sheets and march winds
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
hard times
Label Accordingly
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
inspired by sculpter Joseph Cornell's assemblege art, particulary Cockatoo with Corks http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/cornell/
Who Washes the Dalai Lama\'s Robes?
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
In the florescent glow, I was given a sign~ NO ATTENDANT ON DUTY DO NOT OVERLOAD THE MACHINES Between cycles and Turkish cigarettes, I medi..
i started a poem that i am not sure i will ever fi..
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
a collection of vignettes, individually titled
out of body, out of my mind
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
stranded on a montana highway out-of-gas but not out-of-time, we spent the time we had saved from squeezing minutes out of days, in a leg-spl..
night market
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
i smoke curls through my head like pick-pockets slither through the souq bells jangle, drivers shout balak! balak! their donkey carts clatte..
that bridge was crossed
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
a letter to the girl i once was
the pain of pleasure in trailer park heaven
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
his face was screwed into a grimace and he was breathing like a fat man lugging a keg up three flights she watched a vein throb in his neck, ..
god bless patsy cline
A Poem by
Luna Tique Fringe
It's not a tribute poem.
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