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To the braver channel headed west
Ethics is more than a philosophy or religion degraded clouds of frostbite refuse to rebut Her all channels like borrowed silver waste liberation taken to the waters of unaccustomed debris...
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Trilogy of Poems – Written with God. Granted my PhD
Trilogy of poems / My PhD Given to Me by God Cordial Sensum of Doctored Appeal Bearing the Temporal Abrupere Vein Sojourned wit of the weddings of forests; adduced He/She/They...
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Wynd Kaufman in a private notebook of scribbles and art
imprisoned for the climate of art for the Earth of sculpted language there will be stories told about her in the cave shelters of the future her image scratched into...
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A thousand cusps sacred lit hands of Autumn riddled patronizing, crying myth
dealing with a lifetime of songs stirred obsequious souls but spaced of envy for a fitted marksman in rooms for small tailorsmith doctors, everything sails playing with the patronage of...
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Shadows of Elatrium
She makes Her bed between the seaweed and the scavengers only if they partake in Her natural grace and discovered water a location not even the kingdoms of Earth’s pantryways...
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These or the Shepherd Songs of Detroit, Damascus, and the Delaware Communities
dinner companions sold out to troubadours fighting the willing snakes of ice cream boulevards like some patronage across bleeding sands staying in the cabin with coffee and mercury blankets keep...
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Cindy Lee stands before the backboned studio
running to the front of the canopy singing “oh, whales of romance” the talkist dolphin takes to the side studio truth and noblemen come calling the track is where the...
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Knowing the why of infinite duress and screaming
a letters life with the sun crying over hills too bitter to be broken too neglected to be ashes in your glass a cork swimming to pass the ocean’s crescent...
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Celebratory Bells Sing No More
ash palm hands mounding a former contentment that should have never had access to distinguished sirens a constant for Her grasping hold is a resolution that we will stand on...
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The post-capitalist constitution
it has rivers that never break no files partitioned in the attic no break away pages that lead to exceptions where once transparency was a myth now it is as...