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On the morning of oblivion…by G. Mramor
On the morning of oblivion I rise with the mourning star. I move through the crowds…
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The father is gone…by G. Mramor
I have not returned to set the bones in my father’s body. I have come, and…
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Where roots spread into oblivions…by G. Mramor
Where roots spread into oblivions,
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They will make cities from us…by G. Mramor
And there I am, like a devil before your eyes, bouncing from lash to lash to…
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GRAB THIS: Ana Carrete’s “pinky promise me this”
Stumbled upon Ana Carrete’s chapbook/piece entitled “pinky promise me this” just today on Twitter. You should…
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Want of Sleep…by G. Mramor
With hands raised
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REVIEW: DigBoston’s Poetry Night @ Club Oberon
Yesterday I had the opportunity to read some of my pieces at DigBoston’s poetry event held…
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They are coming…by G. Mramor
The tranquil flow of the village is no more.
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Tumblr Flash Poetry – Phillipe Chatelain
Here are the poems I wrote for those who participated in my Tumblr poetry project for…
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