free verse
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This Trust
The thing with trees isThey remind me of hugging . . .Arms branch out,The leaves breathe…
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Rolls
East German Rolls I use my everyday words,writingin my coral nightgown.Morning,open windows. Rain is falling.From the…
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Prora*
The nose of the red quay wall, Street III,(it has never been used)has broken off. Shards…
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Conversation On The Motorway
conversation on the motorway milk coffee, no matterhow warm or how coldthe morning, let’s talk againabout…
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Toodles.
I know I’m not okay / when I feel the urge to look you up on…
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Why I don’t submit as much as I could
Dear reader, Again, it’s about submitting and the fragile thing that is happening between the poet…
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One of 20 Days
i. a man gets loud and louder with his wife within the subway train locks eyes…
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Summer
Summer The days of being. Their sluggish, placid walk On searing potholes. Shimm’ring sky. Escape is…
pi & anne 