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Spiral Revolution: Poetry Thursday
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Whatever has light shone upon it itself becomes light. Tuesday, March 27, 2007. I haven't fulfilled the brief this week, I had my own agenda. This is my contribution, make of it what you will. Like smoke it began to seep under the doors,. Was there fire in the room next door? Washing over exposed toes, vague,. Formless dust laid over sun-filled windows. How insidious this invasion was,. I could feel it growing slowly,. My consciousness feared the fire at its source,. A make-believe origin formed. You hav...
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Spiral Revolution: June 2008
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Whatever has light shone upon it itself becomes light. Friday, June 06, 2008. Begin and End Today. I saw you cry today. The pain may fill you. I say you shine away. The pain will not kill you. You name is mine today. You spoke with many voices. We travelled miles today. Shared expressions, voiceless. It has to end. Living in your head. Without anything to numb you. Living on the edge. Without anything to numb you. It has to end, to begin. Began and end today. Gave and God given. You made a friend today.
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Spiral Revolution: Poetry Thursday: Red/New Landscape
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Whatever has light shone upon it itself becomes light. Wednesday, March 07, 2007. Poetry Thursday: Red/New Landscape. Hmmm, red. When you look the word 'red' up, you find that there are many different meanings, many different associations with this particular colour. When you think 'red' you could think angry, e.g. red rag to a bull; you could think embarassed, 'red as a beetroot' (they are, of course, a very dark red). You might think 'stop! Red tail of crayfish sidles in comfy. In that pregnant moon.
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Dennis - The King of Nothing: Not Gay 2.0
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Dennis - The King of Nothing. In crescendo, its biting sting tolls against the walls of my inner-self, revealing in its pure tone an emptiness nourished on a banquet of isolation. A feast of famine fit for the king of nothing . . . Saturday, June 30, 2007. Not Gay 2.0. You really made me laugh when I read that. So is that it then? You know what’s really funny? But if there was! How fun would that be? Especially if you could sneak up on people and take a sample? Anyway, I digress. Giving it a whirl) ̵...
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Dennis - The King of Nothing: 01/01/2008 - 02/01/2008
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Dennis - The King of Nothing. In crescendo, its biting sting tolls against the walls of my inner-self, revealing in its pure tone an emptiness nourished on a banquet of isolation. A feast of famine fit for the king of nothing . . . Tuesday, January 29, 2008. 42 Days Later . . . My car is back! No I can’t love you anymore. I need you to be perfect and not scarred like me. I wanted an amazingly beautiful car, not a mirror. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Of Joy . . . View my complete profile.
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Poems on the Page's Margin
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Poems on the Page's Margin. The Top Author Blogs. The Girl Who liked to Be Cheerful. Poems on the Page's Margin. Dick Jones' Patteran Pages. Far From the Madding Crowd. Poetry and Poets in Rags- Rus Bowden. Baffin Island Resort and Spa. Between you and me. Miporadio: where poetry tunes in. MOliver-Lip-Syncing A Vast Terrain. On Quiet Grief: An Oxymoron. On Quiet Grief: An Oxymoron. On Quiet Grief: An Oxymoron. Scanning ( September 2004). Technology and gel define your foetal curve:. Nun, rock climber?
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2009-2010 | MARCUS SPEH | BERLIN
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On my own work. On the work of others. Thank You For Your Sperm. Up The Staircase Quarterly. Finnegan Flawnt 2009 2010. The fantastic Metazen Christmas Charity E-Book 2010. Contains my cycle of 24 short stories each in a different time zone on Christmas Day – “. All Of Us Everywhere. 8221; – as well as wonderful pieces from more than 40 other talented writers (12/2010). [#43]. Is a small token of love – published by the fledgling Pure Slush. By Finnegan Flawnt. [#41]. All over again. [#40]. Your hair, yo...
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Seven Poems from Illinois State Festival Writer Magazine | Entropy: A Measure of Uncertainty
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Entropy: A Measure of Uncertainty. The Published Work of JP Reese. October 21, 2014. Joani Reese (JP Reese). Seven Poems from Illinois State Festival Writer Magazine. We Sit Together Friday Evening. 8230;and Elizabeth says she knows this to be true:. Each step defines patterns on the earth below my feet. In a lonely dance of circular footprints that spiral, reverse,. Edge forward, drop back, until the beginning becomes the end. She is aware that I don the cloak of a smile each evening,. Elizabeth tells m...
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For Doug | Entropy: A Measure of Uncertainty
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Entropy: A Measure of Uncertainty. The Published Work of JP Reese. June 9, 2013. Joani Reese (JP Reese). A passer-by found Kate slumped, tongue thick, clumsy, hands turning, turning the wheel, eyes flying apart in small, bright pieces. Your shell lay broken over the hood of her Camaro. The parking garage’s concrete blocks were splashed with drying blood that painted the unfinished portrait of a young man. This story made the top fifteen stories in the International Flash Fiction Day Flashmob Competition&...
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Joani Reese (JP Reese) | Entropy: A Measure of Uncertainty
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Entropy: A Measure of Uncertainty. The Published Work of JP Reese. October 21, 2014. Joani Reese (JP Reese). Seven Poems from Illinois State Festival Writer Magazine. We Sit Together Friday Evening. 8230;and Elizabeth says she knows this to be true:. Each step defines patterns on the earth below my feet. In a lonely dance of circular footprints that spiral, reverse,. Edge forward, drop back, until the beginning becomes the end. She is aware that I don the cloak of a smile each evening,. Elizabeth tells m...