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30 ways to die. #10 A letter arrived, a surprise they're like hen's teeth nowadays. Not your average communication. A manilla envelope, inside bright orange paper hand written, badly, but it might always have been.   I wasn't sure where she was being held, no reply received to the email I sent a few...

4/9 poem Barometric Pressure Barely broken, this April small town sleeps among awakening grass. Coming snow will make little noise, much like those rare moments in the middle of a quiet life. By George Beautiful. Skilfully chosen words fall effortlessly in my mind as I read. The last S is superb. 

Dave wrote: ↑

Tue Apr 09, 2019 2:17 pm

We both know, under my thin smile
I conjour the illusion of love
from a book of synonyms I keep
for evenings like this, evenings
in which you hear absence in my voice.

What can I say...fab is too small a word, so let's just call it what it is...fabulous; and this last S is sublime.

indar wrote: ↑

Tue Apr 09, 2019 12:31 pm

April 9
What's the Real Explanation?

I laughed so much at the end L.
But if the stories about anal probing are true...I'd be more concerned about their morals than their education 
Great read. 
 

Tracy Mitchell wrote: ↑

Tue Apr 09, 2019 7:42 am

#9
Actuate

Excellent poeming Tracy.
And what a fab title.

Another one based on a true story...happened to a cousin of mine many years.
Glad you're still off the fags Sharon

lisaeagle65 wrote: ↑

Mon Apr 08, 2019 6:46 pm

Letters

I trace my name
On a frosted window
And watch the letters
Fade into tiny drops
That dribble together
And run down the glass
Drawing lines
That look like sadness.

Love this lots...but not fond of Caps on every line 
 

Eye like this one lots Sharon. 
Are you vaping?   
 

30 ways to die. #9 Some regrets linger  only slightly uncomfortable, a dull back pain, from too much time on a sofa, or having that extra drink when you knew better, and it's in the bible anyway  sloth and gluttony,  and the other five, so many sins to enjoy...and so little time. But some regrets ri...

#8 Suddenly In a shawl, she breathes ions, in and out, walks along the brick aside a man with a mandolin- the wall is gray–-the world is gray as if made of unfired clay. If we be hermeneutically accurate we see, suddenly, monkeys in sailor suits– where holes used to be. Frisbee-shaped manna with le...