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StoryA Friday Morning Rally Poem for the Dream I Never Had poetjude25 years 4 months ago
StoryTrilobite bosch25 years 5 months ago
Storypanjandrums celticman75 years 5 months ago
Storytwelve noon celticman175 years 6 months ago
StoryZ bosch35 years 6 months ago
Storytwo-faced celticman115 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Maiden and the Maze rosaliekempthorne55 years 9 months ago
StoryDirty little secrets, Stained glass windows or The tiger rodeo Parson Thru25 years 9 months ago
StoryIn the garden of Sorolla Parson Thru55 years 9 months ago
StoryA Ceiling Bas-Relief bosch45 years 9 months ago
StoryLost in a space Parson Thru95 years 9 months ago
StoryDistance Parson Thru265 years 9 months ago
StoryAutonomy Pt 2 Parson Thru85 years 9 months ago
StoryAutonomy Pt 4 Parson Thru145 years 10 months ago
StoryAutonomy Pt 3 Parson Thru65 years 10 months ago
StoryAutonomy Pt 1 Parson Thru55 years 10 months ago
StoryIn your shoes Di_Hard125 years 10 months ago
StoryMates bosch05 years 10 months ago
StoryTricky Davy Davidson Parson Thru85 years 10 months ago
StoryTo You, Now bosch55 years 10 months ago
StoryJON Parson Thru195 years 10 months ago
StoryThem london_calling7945 years 10 months ago
StoryThe minutes and the hours Parson Thru75 years 10 months ago
StoryThe art of keeping going Parson Thru75 years 10 months ago
StorySunday morning street cafe Parson Thru65 years 10 months ago

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A Ceiling Bas-Relief

A CEILING BAS-RELIEF the Fontaine House 1. 1850. To typhus, the only boy of a tinsmith, lost. Off to the side of the mourning, swinging its neck, the...

Trilobite

Lisa called from a mineral shop In Nashville--a trilobite. I gave a long-held, treasured one, To R., later replaced it in Taos, Which became a gift...
Cherry

I Called Z Passably Pretty

And she was unhappy about it. I am either pretty, or beautiful, your choice. But you've always called me the latter, And so with you, in the sanctity...

Z

When I picture you, I see a little Girl, black-haired, chewing her lip. Serious, working to create A password to open up the world-- To recognize you...

Mates

I asked the boys, A rough circle of twelve Fifteen-year-olds, Triangles of sweat Soaking the backs of their shirts, Two hours just done In the July...

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16 of my comments have received 16 Great Feedback votes

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the best piece i've read

Posted on Thu, 07 Jun 2018

the best piece i've read since my partial return to abc. nothing extraneous. always low-key, and just right. you create his reality, which, after all, is what many of us less obtrusively do for ourselves. high regard for this piece, Celticman.

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Parson, okay, some

Posted on Sat, 19 May 2018

Parson, okay, some tightening, to a good effect i think.

The current caught us, pulled us to mid-stream.  (cut and)

"we kept our eyes closed, thought of innocent things." (cut and)

"you asked why i couldn't just lie with you...

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big topic. some very nice

Posted on Thu, 03 May 2018

big topic. some very nice images:  Easter Island's heads of stone; a feather on an eagle's wing.

not sure the vey general, gently philisophizing tone of the poem works. anytime one wants to say something "big" one probably should start...

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Posted in What is this life

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did you mean "skin on skin"

Posted on Tue, 10 Feb 2015

did you mean "skin on skin"

perhaps cut the last line, your title pretty much has it covered.

"going out somewhere just to come home" is excellent

throughout a fine ear, fine musicality.

perhaps cut "in bed", waking...

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Posted in These I Have Loved

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probably would profit you to

Posted on Mon, 09 Feb 2015

probably would profit you to cut the first 2 lines.

and perhaps cut "hands that once had baked"

i couldn't keep up with the typing for your prolificness.

swep 

 

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Posted in Room Six - Tooting Bec Asylum...1982

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