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StoryYou Penny4athought310 years 6 months ago
StoryTo Glimpse a Butterfly Silver Spun Sand1410 years 7 months ago
StoryKite Child MarciaMarcia210 years 7 months ago
StoryOne Man and his Dog Silver Spun Sand810 years 7 months ago
StoryBreaking the Ice Silver Spun Sand1010 years 8 months ago
StoryFree (Poetry monthly) Deliberately Ev...1510 years 8 months ago
StoryCharlie's Story - part 2 KiriKit410 years 8 months ago
Storywithin these walls MarciaMarcia610 years 8 months ago
StoryA Poet Answers MarciaMarcia410 years 8 months ago
Storylook away ..... .... ... .. . . . . . ."Poetry Monthly" MarciaMarcia1810 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Old Man and the Sea luigi_pagano1010 years 8 months ago
StoryCharlie's Story KiriKit810 years 8 months ago
StoryLooking After A & E... (IP) Silver Spun Sand1210 years 8 months ago
Storya poet answers 2 MarciaMarcia210 years 8 months ago
Blog entryPoetry Monthly VeraClark110 years 8 months ago
StoryBlack Friday Philip Sidney1410 years 8 months ago
StoryBreathed - (poetry monthly) Bee3210 years 8 months ago
Storyrunning in the rain Deliberately Ev...2710 years 8 months ago

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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...

“Never-be-s”

A Poet Answers “I Have An Imaginary Daughter” by Lavadis “ Never-be-s” by MarciaMarcia to open....peek and inward....reach begins a tethered grasp...

What of Love’s

What of Love’s. (Poetry monthly) By MarciaMarcia What of Love’s affair artist and muse, imagined, inanimate, spirit or flesh, caught in a moment’s...

What I Don’t Understand Is

What I don’t understand is... what I don’t understand is how a Congress, made up, of the people, by the people and for the people, can splinter and...
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Easy Sax. By MarciaMarcia

Easy Sax easy Sax you are not so easy making movement in soulful scale rising piercing silence you tug at the senses arousing longings which touch a...

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