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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: January 2014
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Friday, January 17, 2014. Thinking of William Blake. Oh where are you Willie boy,. With your bowl of burning gold. In poetic might against old.
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: Welcome to the 6th Extinction
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Thursday, November 06, 2014. Welcome to the 6th Extinction. Welcome to the 6. A waiting seat at every table,. No shoes or ties requisite.
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: March 2014
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Sunday, March 09, 2014. Do not turn my drama. Simply to rob me. Of my self-indulgent fit. Oh woe for me,. This narcissism is our. In an empty room.
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: January 2015
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Saturday, January 17, 2015. Jesus On My Toast. I saw Jesus on my toast today,. He just winked and waved. Asked for butter, extra salty.
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: May 2014
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Friday, May 09, 2014. A Thought on Herman Melville. That Melville guy did a number on us all,. Don't you see, when he. Struck the one great metaphor.
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: June 2015
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Tuesday, June 02, 2015. Around 3 AM in some. Midnight of the soul. Where distant sirens wail. Like banshees at the door. And night burns into.
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: Around 3 AM
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Tuesday, June 02, 2015. Around 3 AM in some. Midnight of the soul. Where distant sirens wail. Like banshees at the door. And night burns into.
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: September 2014
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Monday, September 01, 2014. Final embers of cosmic birth. A bang, they say, profound. Posted by Dennis Toth. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems: Lost
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The Last Light of the Sun and Other Poems. Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them. It is really as simple as that. Monday, October 06, 2014. Hidden deep in hills and shadows. Abandoned homes bleached white. Posted by Dennis Toth. POST MAF (& more).
