An eerie fog drifts across the land
turning living things into shadows. Arm stretched you can't see your hazy hand
while wandering about these hollows. To stumble here with nary a friend
gives weighted fear of thing that follows. Searching eyes and nape hairs that now stand
while gulping air thats hard to swallow. Just go back to hearth and poke a brand
better to venture out tomorow.
I can feel how, down through the ages, fog must have affected people walking at night causing fear of the unknown "out there." Your poem provides a ready solution… a warm hearth.
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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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Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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thought provoking read
Charlie
Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane
When things of clarity come tomorrow.
Quite eerie fog, night and nape hairs.
Yes, by the hearth.
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
hug
Kathy