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StoryThis Isn't a Dummy Run... Silver Spun Sand169 years 9 months ago
StoryYou Penny4athought39 years 9 months ago
StoryTo Glimpse a Butterfly Silver Spun Sand149 years 9 months ago
StoryKite Child MarciaMarcia29 years 10 months ago
StoryOne Man and his Dog Silver Spun Sand89 years 10 months ago
StoryBreaking the Ice Silver Spun Sand109 years 10 months ago
StoryFree (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...159 years 10 months ago
StoryCharlie's Story - part 2 KiriKit49 years 10 months ago
Storywithin these walls MarciaMarcia69 years 10 months ago
StoryA Poet Answers MarciaMarcia49 years 10 months ago
Storylook away ..... .... ... .. . . . . . ."Poetry Monthly" MarciaMarcia189 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Old Man and the Sea luigi_pagano109 years 10 months ago
StoryCharlie's Story KiriKit89 years 10 months ago
StoryLooking After A & E... (IP) Silver Spun Sand149 years 10 months ago
Storya poet answers 2 MarciaMarcia29 years 10 months ago
Blog entryPoetry Monthly VeraClark19 years 10 months ago
StoryBlack Friday Philip Sidney149 years 11 months ago
StoryBreathed - (poetry monthly) Bee379 years 11 months ago
Storyrunning in the rain Deliberately Ev...279 years 11 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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