William Gardner
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new beginningsA Poem by William GardnerThe word confession has so many connotations. It sounds contrite and guilt ridden, and it is so often self serving and puerile. I do not know what t.. |
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drawing a picture IIA Poem by William GardnerThe small flecked scars around the ends of the fingers were a combination of days in texas and many more days in large big box retailer stores, th.. |
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drawing a pictureA Poem by William GardnerThe room was dark, opaque. The walls held outlines of many things once held there. There was a thick, quality to the air in there, you might cal.. |
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BA Poem by William Gardnerstruggling to write to you not cause you don't inspire me you know you do. Just being pulled this way and that. My min.. |
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What defines usA Poem by William GardnerI had sat out to write something, laid my notes out clearly, on a single sheet, glowing dim and familiar on my screen. It's gon.. |
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this lightA Poem by William Gardneris like every other light |
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these teethA Poem by William GardnerYour teeth tell me everything. They hold all the stains of your lifetime of questionable cleaning, or, of things you couldn't remov.. |
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seekingA Poem by William GardnerThere was a time where I thought I could tell the future- precognition crept up on me- Inevitable. Like a bad smell find.. |
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nothing worth notingA Poem by William GardnerNothing worth noting flows from this pen. How can i say somethingthat even begins to mendall those fences that were brokenbefore i came.. |
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All happy hereA Poem by William GardnerWe’re All Happy Here Streaming tears Abruptly ending The face tightens Lines drawn taut a smile Paints itself on the li.. |
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