An old one from months ago i'd forgotten about. Mostly bits of Jabes
the wasp
sting and the sky
of the accursed
I speak for yesterday
today
a lesson of death
innocence delineates her
I need words with palpable wounds
a sky of grief
women and wells make water bleed
a lonely man?
too alone to stray from the herd
refusal of silence
Writing means
having a passion for origins
the kindness of trees
stolen truths
wow!!!
this is very differrent and i loved your
word play, really interesting
Reviewed by Jim Moore (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2005
I found this piece hard to follow from the lack of punctuation and the overall choppiness, forcing me to stop and re-read several lines. I like where your going with this but think it needs some fine tuning.
Jack London’s cousin writes a heartwarming, young adult story about the glory of life. It is also a heart-pounding adventure to a new and strange world.
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this is very differrent and i loved your
word play, really interesting
Jim
Jim,
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)