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Last CallA Story by McKinleyAI filled my glass to the brim, then tilted it to my lips. I swallowed it all in one gulp. It seemed a little redundant to use a shot glass now, rathe.. |
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Beyond This HillA Poem by V. P. TrujilloOut there, in visions and converging realities. |
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Eastern tent caterpillarsA Poem by Robert RonnowMid-spring, skinny, black, blindeastern tent caterpillars"-Malacosoma americanum"-falling from the cherry treeleaning, human, over our deck.Irksome. M.. |
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Life is not a curseA Poem by Robert RonnowI'm not hard,I'm scared.I thought the cherry was the birch.When the cloud clearedI was still afraid.At my bestI accept deathAs a necessary search, war.. |
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The SelfA Poem by Robert RonnowWhat kind of day was it. Cleanthe house. Notice the full moon.Read a sheaf of old poems.Listen to jazz tunes. Open mail.Refuse to make of it morethan .. |
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My WayA Poem by Healing StarI stand in Nature and turn to each of the Four Directions. It is a simple humble ceremony that I do to keep myself connected. I share it with you fr.. |
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Marketed KnowledgeA Story by egg13A fictional memoir. |
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Body of Power: Just Because you can afford it allA Poem by -Scribe in Style-Venting at the power parties of this world who think they control it all and that we, the ordinary humans, don't see a thing! |
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Out of EmptinessA Poem by Robert RonnowOut of emptiness comes this: Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes |
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East Devon BeaconA Poem by Michael R. BurchThese are poems about shadows, poems about darkness, poems about shades in the form of ghosts and spirits. |
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