Category: creative writing
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When he kisses me…by G. Mramor
When he kisses me said the rose to the stone
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Almighty towers of light… by G. Mramor
I. Almighty towers of light
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How many words are there…by G. Mramor
How many words are there
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Crawling out of the last skin of fire…by G. Mramor
Crawling out of the last skin of fire
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Hard Ice – Poem by P Chatelain
hard ice as i sit, lost, watching the clock tick, i pause. the time won’t.
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War & Worn Frontier
We had a home once, but it was torn apart. The sky disappeared while the ground split open across the village, as if the Soviets were in a game of connect-the-dots. As if this land wasn’t dirty enough, pieces that once came together, and stood proud to be our town, flew everywhere and settled backwards.…
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Do you know the force who ruins…by G. Mramor
Do you know the force who ruins
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Where they sat across forever went…by G. Mramor
Where they sat across forever went : desolate in dark water in a hold so long dreamt of, and then the shore they return to, silent tongues pale hands bodies through which there runs only nevermore, of the dream exhausted out their hearts, they do part : me in my drapes sad sitting atop an…
