Her skin glistens with morining dew worlds live in her eyes her laugh has graced more than a few while her lips tell them lies. She is the kind that all desire when her form they first behold Their hearts and souls she sets afire but the flames they burn so cold. Perefection in each and every part that is except for one you see she has no loving heart in its place a cold hard stone.
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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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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If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
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