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The speeding carts
in darkness lunge and squeal,
(eyes glow then fade)
down through a dragon's jaw,
passed bats and skulls.
Kids shriek with anxious awe,
but, though we duck,
few think the...
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Just stop and listen.
Don't you have some song or other
all day running 'round your brain?
Why THAT tune?
Each one driving me insane.
Some dawns I think:
"Did THAT go all night long?"
And...
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"I want to see what they see...myself, from the outside." A cinepoem about our inner obsession with our outer selves. Written and performed by LaDonna Witmer. Shot and Edited by Michelle M. Brown,...
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A poem from my Triptych sequence
My Damascus (N. Ball)
You are my pink-forever basin
languor to my punctuation
Fill? You only have to look.
My buckled mountain rose
to clasp your lake.
Now I...
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I Am Stripling Warrior
By Reid Baer
I stand with purposeful
intention sword and shield
in hand yet too exposed
bare-chested inflated
breathing...
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