Piloting in a breeze starved sea of nothingness, barren, desolate brown tinged euphoria lies listless as new plans beg for yet another architect and realities lie just beyond reach for cliff dwellers.
And we warmed always by the sun of togetherness face another winter of short lived despair for the incense of the dream fills nostrils accustomed to the plague of adversity and each dawning of another day draws us nearer to the crossroads of our destined paths.
As I search for something in nothing forever finding fuel for a brighter tomorrow. Basking even now in the glow of your love worth. I am whole, I am free, I am alive.
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Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on September 27, 2006
As long as the mind is willing there is always wealth to be found each day the sun comes up. It is sad to note that many can't see the sunshine. You have a lovely soul, Mikii. I always feel embraced when I read your work.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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
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Elizabeth