The poets trinity

poets must be stoic as a tree rooted in coastal chalk-rock ravaged bent in one direction Willing as a lightening-rod to burst into fires free... There is but one love triangle

I go in search of nothing

I go in search of nothing and as they say nothing becomes of nothing but god willing, I’ll find me something...? The night is brim filled with stars look over head at Jupiter and Mars

The Beach at Dark

An edited version of my old poem, "Darkness". I decided to change it, because the other one didn't really fit the title, and I wanted to changed some things about it, too.

Windmill Machine

“ The clock starts ticking...It echos across the room and fades to nothing. The fan on the ceiling creaks and sputters like a broken windmill machine.

A Lovely Day

Tired shuffles toe-step along the bus aisle with hard stares interrupted by a shout of “Nice Day”
Cherry

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When I was a little girl I lived in a little village. Everyone knew everyone and there was a real sense of community.

Meandering space...

We grovel in the dust we drown in the sea we swim... In meadows lush and dance on the bough of a silver willow tree we adapt to the wind... And walk on the moon... As man is an angel

Mary

4am and Mary can't sleep

DeeDee Dupont

3am and DeeDee is in the mood for revenge

Disco Dave

2am and Disco Dave wants some

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