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Poem of The Day
By J. Allyn Rosser
smiling at far end of table with friends I don’t know
newly wedded NYC looking down
taking turns holding me in my first overexposed summer
tiny together before that house the contractor reneged on
harvesting honey in outlandishly concealing outfits
riding burros down into the Grand Canyon tiny in hats
the driveway under six feet of snow…
newly wedded NYC looking down
taking turns holding me in my first overexposed summer
tiny together before that house the contractor reneged on
harvesting honey in outlandishly concealing outfits
riding burros down into the Grand Canyon tiny in hats
the driveway under six feet of snow…
Poem of The Day
By Fanny Howe
Infinite nesting
pushes all matter
towards emptiness:
child-nodes,
tree-droppings
with a root element of null....
pushes all matter
towards emptiness:
child-nodes,
tree-droppings
with a root element of null....
Poem of The Day
By Mei-mei Berssenbrugge
1 Plants and rocks lay under night sky; ground is a subject of sky; the relation's a force.
I combine descriptions with ideas of forces; my photograph of night sky's like a text of symbols.
Look inside when you are struggling; every cell in your body emits light.
Cilia beat rhythms into space, signaling cells of wildflowers in a field…
I combine descriptions with ideas of forces; my photograph of night sky's like a text of symbols.
Look inside when you are struggling; every cell in your body emits light.
Cilia beat rhythms into space, signaling cells of wildflowers in a field…
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