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Marie Laveau's Hot Pink Hearse (With David Moore I..A Poem by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKIT..~when a pair of subconscious spinners traipse off for cerebral ice cream~marachino metaphors on top~ ;)~ |
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WritersA Poem by Lighthouse CallSome of us, aren't really writers.. We're just people trying to survive. |
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Short Story: Eye CatchingA Story by Ton'e BrownShort short about eye catching attraction. |
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The Coen BrothersA Story by Doug Ordunioa discussion of two of America's most unique filmmakers. |
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Waiting For SignalsA Poem by Mike DaviesSing it to me, that song in the veinspoured from your lipsacross the circuit of timeSing it to me, that sweet octave so pureexciting the Earthto move .. |
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Your SongA Poem by Mike DaviesI have come here to salute youTo honour and revere youTo applaud you until my palms burn soreTo walk fully in the wisdom you have givenYou are immacul.. |
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The Language of FireA Poem by Mike DaviesAs this day ends and before I sleepI will go to the fireI have burning in the other roomAnd switch off the lightI crouch down before itThe heat seems .. |
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A marriage proposal (metaphorically)A Poem by KruppzA Persuasion |
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HalfwayA Book by LoveTheNameJasonOne boy. One girl. A passion for writing. One writer's convention. |
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RandomA Poem by Amata LunaOn random feelings... random thoughts |
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We Are Not Writers, Yet We WriteA Poem by The ScholarFalling back on my old stuff again. There here is the last one, I believe. |
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Cornbread and GumboA Poem by Luke RittaA poem about my love of the deep south of america. |
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ArtA Poem by NTo be an Artist is to give up everything you love for your work, to be unable to give up anything your work. |
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The 7th FloorA Story by Cari Lynn VaughnThe Seventh Floor They say curiosity killed the cat; well it nearly killed me as well. I never wanted or even dreamed of being a spy. Ho.. |
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Dreams Cast OutA Poem by Forbidden PoetDreams are cast out when feelings appear Dance like cattle or die like the deer No one's safe from ruin and rot Stir the kettle and b.. |
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The Worst Thing That HappenedA Poem by MichaelGrisbyThe worst thing that happenedWe did not happenLate nights, wet napkinsAlcohol becomes my attractionDrinking to temporarily escapeLiquor subsides and r.. |
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