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StoryThis Isn't a Dummy Run... Silver Spun Sand1610 years 1 week ago
StoryYou Penny4athought310 years 1 week ago
StoryTo Glimpse a Butterfly Silver Spun Sand1410 years 2 weeks ago
StoryKite Child MarciaMarcia210 years 1 month ago
StoryOne Man and his Dog Silver Spun Sand810 years 1 month ago
StoryBreaking the Ice Silver Spun Sand1010 years 1 month ago
StoryFree (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...1510 years 1 month ago
StoryCharlie's Story - part 2 KiriKit410 years 1 month ago
Storywithin these walls MarciaMarcia610 years 1 month ago
StoryA Poet Answers MarciaMarcia410 years 1 month ago
Storylook away ..... .... ... .. . . . . . ."Poetry Monthly" MarciaMarcia1810 years 1 month ago
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StoryCharlie's Story KiriKit810 years 1 month ago
StoryLooking After A & E... (IP) Silver Spun Sand1410 years 1 month ago
Storya poet answers 2 MarciaMarcia210 years 1 month ago
Blog entryPoetry Monthly VeraClark110 years 1 month ago
StoryBlack Friday Philip Sidney1410 years 1 month ago
StoryBreathed - (poetry monthly) Bee3710 years 2 months ago
Storyrunning in the rain Deliberately Ev...2710 years 2 months ago

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Dorothy.......,Dorothy

Dorothy...Dorothy Dorothy........Dorothy these letters heard-spoken slowly...softly... contemplate... linger...one upon the next with gentle roll as...

severed soul

severed soul by MarciaMarcia steeling time’s soundings severed loving breath from loved...presence leaving ......unbearable ......unbreathable...

light’s linger-lapse of time

“light’s linger-lapse of time” by MarciaMarcia (ip) summered sensuous flora found hold bough laden scents abound in dappled sun warmed shades a-blaze...

dim and light

dim and light by MarciaMarcia April 2019 two...stand, each gaze at mirrors in a bedroom lit only by daylight, through an open window the two haven’t...

the path’s reveal unwind

the path’s reveal unwind By MarciaMarcia I thought I knew the me of me Inside the depth and breadth of me where seeds of possibility lay sleeping...

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