What comes after Post-Modernism?
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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…
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Writers Write – Poem by J.Gawrych
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But there are no words soft heart…by G. Mramor
But there are no words soft heart
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That we shared a view of the world…by G. Mramor
That we shared a view of the world, and stay alone in our worlds, awaiting another, or just a shadow for a moment of hope, to join two dying to burn, and return us the world, for a moment to burn, as we once were, young and hurting, for love
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Would you come with me…by G. Mramor
Would you come with me
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This Matters – Poem by J.Gawrych
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Fear in Me.
Know that it exists and follows along like a shadow, attached to our hips or igniting in our marrow, anonymous and strong, it stands up to our talent, and not before too long, we’ve lost what made us valiant. Never quite so gentle, but disturbingly quiet, I’d hear it better if my heart could offer…
Do you create?
