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We walked outside. "This is the village," the Colonel said. He gestured to the surrounding circle of wooden buildings, all of them identical to the...

This was a poem I put on under the name Featheredwing in 2018. Inspired by a weekend spent down at lake fishing. I often wonder! How flies Heron...

UKA is closing. Nostalgia about - something to do with memory...and Spring walks. Was a poem I fell asleep in a chair writing... tooo long on and on ..a few polaroid verses here, more prosey .Still to long! but, for the record, Hail! Spring! (08) Comment: "It's a bit boring...." Comment: "I told you I fell asleep writing it!"

Coming Out Of The Cave By Paul McCann Verse Before the long shadows came where I lived on the Earth , I lived in a womb and on the day of my birth ,...

To all who stood before the solar factory the methods of how the Meticulum controlled the vast foray of endless lives scattered throughout reality...

History and all that crap. Turn off and walk away.

A BBC profile on Dylan Thomas related that on being told by his sister to write something about the kitchen sink, he promptly composed a poem on the subject.

You call a witches cackle, rasping laugh of the heavy smoker. A dolphin with a sore throat. Arrogant strutting showman swearing black is white. A...