bareness is reaching out feeling nothing. my fingers grasp a leaden moon. bright light starry night streams forth a deadly glare. as the moon lies and tosses its shiny globe smiles beneath. an empty sky void of fire, earth, and wind stormy night flexes its might as I lay asleep finally with the dawn.
What a creative and effective style. Like well done modern art, I read the words several times, seeing different pictures and feeling different emotions. It is trully alive and interactive with the reader.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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