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#14 Oxidize You are far too young. Skin unblemished. Bounce drives your step, eyes wide as a mound of porcupines. Years yet from honest depravity, you still have no history. I chart myself by scars, but where are yours--where are your scars? You haven’t stolen, cheated or lied enough. I can’t trust...

April 14 No Title Some poems float down gently from the ether, good-natured, docile. Others fight tooth and nail; subject and predicate, resisting all attempts to be wrestled to the ground. Words fly, potential escapes this way and that until at last writer and written lie exhausted. (that's all I ...

ajduclos wrote: ↑

Sat Apr 13, 2019 6:48 am

Wow, Sharon - beautiful, sensitive... "topics are freely feminine" 

very moving and real..

Lisaeagle - sometimes it is right there, sometimes takes an overnight or days or... yes, years..... but when it comes it must out, and must channel it to paper. This is poignant, painful, brutal, heartfelt............. glad you have gotten it out.......... Aj Thanks Aj, There has been lots of littl...

Sharon Leigh wrote: ↑

Sat Apr 13, 2019 7:18 pm

Wow, sounds like she received quite the setup, enough to make the other gals jealous! Charming
write Gyppo, and love the last S, so familiar

Beautiful!!!! the feeling, images, the tone is so warm.. It got me..

I know it's awkward, going back to the beginning of this thread but I couldn't resist. 4/2 When a Person Dies Odd people gather, like a brood of same birds, to remember a drunken rambling from 1978 or the childhood trauma of a dog hit by a Dodge Dart— mother cried, father nearly died and later that...

30 ways to die.  #1 Repetition. She repeats herself to fill impotent voids that crept fertile, and tendriled through their fabric. Decades together sentence obligations to choose repeat or silence. He chose an old pair of shoes inoffensive, comfortable  happy to accept the absence of novelty, of no...

just a bit of a front story on this. Years ago a friend took a homeless lady in. He was so kind and peaceful. He went missing. The woman shot, dismembered and cannibalized. I wrote this yesterday. Sometimes it takes awhile to reach it. I apologize for the lengthiness. MORNING OF MOURNING A drowsy s...

This is one of the great secrets of all writing, poetry, prose, whatever. Even fairly dry technical stuff. If you do it all the time it does get easier, like exercise. Obvious really, but many writers seem to resist this simple fact. They try to train themselves to be more productive, to not waste ...

NAPO 13 - 2019 Session Man He has four wives.  One of his own who loves him deeply and forever. Plus three who are wed to others but cheerfully 'shag the backlist' if he's in town. He never expects it,  but never declines either. A man has to sleep somewhere and a sweet tumble before, without strin...