there is no god
and those in wait
huddle behind the curtain,
separating there and now,
gathering for warmth,
forever and ever in wait,
for a spot of still-warm tea
spilled on the linoleum,
a Rorschach-ian splash,
and a few tossed crumbs,
firmly held in life's design;
the dead are hungry too
for the knowledge of
those too soon left behind.
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Reviewed by Eroica Mendoza (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2003
philosophical very... i like. "the dead are hungry too..." wow anne... this is too much for me, i must writye it down somewhere...
Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2003
killer title - content just as great. clean and made me think (which is good). tks
"Spilled Maps"- The Chiefs of The Pantheons around the globe that made their way through the sword of shame might have a nightmare when they dream of "Spilled Maps", but I just woke up to read a masterpiece written with the ink of Justice.
Long Healthy life may You Live, Master Poet Anne Cunningham, I Salute You!
My gratitude and my respect.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2003
Wow...very abstract.
"a Rorschach-ian splash,
and a few tossed crumbs,
firmly held in life's design;.."
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
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Long Healthy life may You Live, Master Poet Anne Cunningham, I Salute You!
My gratitude and my respect.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
"a Rorschach-ian splash,
and a few tossed crumbs,
firmly held in life's design;.."
Some never get it though...
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