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Poetry that carries itself with unseen context. The spirit is as present as that which reveals itself. The body is whole.
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Don’t Speak
Don’t Speak
Words are powerful
Sue Banerji
Mar 21, 2024
What Chilling Ways
What Chilling Ways
A Nursery Rhyme
jenny blue
Apr 24, 2024
Packing away tears
Packing away tears
In boxes and put aside
E. Scott Alighieri
Oct 7, 2024
I Used To Dive Into That Water
I Used To Dive Into That Water
A Short Poem
Immersive Reading
May 14, 2024
How Blue Eyes Turn to Gray
How Blue Eyes Turn to Gray
prosem
Wolf Eberhardt
Mar 16, 2024
Oh, Cheese, a Cam-er-uh’s Sneeze!
Oh, Cheese, a Cam-er-uh’s Sneeze!
poem
Wolf Eberhardt
Mar 10, 2024
Reality TJ
Reality TJ
Be yourself. Everyone else is taken.
Thomas James
Dec 21, 2023
2024
2024
a retrospective in preparation for another round
Thomas James
Dec 29, 2024
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The Thick-Dotted Line Between Prose and Poetry
The Thick-Dotted Line Between Prose and Poetry
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a quick look at a permanent solution
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Journey Aboard The Worn Planks
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Spiritual Awakening
Spiritual Awakening
Releasing into the new
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Where is the spirit now?
Where is the spirit now?
Wandering and lost
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God is dead and the holidays are a eulogy filled with the discomfort that comes with staring at a…
God is dead and the holidays are a eulogy filled with the discomfor...
for a while now i’ve been trying to twist something about christmas out of cloth that was never all that saturated i was building my dubai…
Wolf Eberhardt
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Not Tonight
Not Tonight
postpoement
Thomas James
Dec 2, 2024
Insomnia Paratus
Insomnia Paratus
Ready for a sleepless night
Juliet James
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This Illusion You Call Fear
This Illusion You Call Fear
A bite-sized offering
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Meandering
Meandering
pondering a change in perspective
John Allison Cannon
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Red Sea Parts
Red Sea Parts
on velvet
Wolf Eberhardt
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The Year I Scared Santa
The Year I Scared Santa
I swear I didn’t mean to
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mister Jesus
mister Jesus
on legion
Wolf Eberhardt
Nov 17, 2024
Dysregulated
Dysregulated
an acrostic double hexaflex
Thomas James
Nov 12, 2024
Clonazepam, one dose a night
Clonazepam, one dose a night
Clonazepam sweat
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Attempt #3
Attempt #3
Abject terror. Unforced error. New endeavor, same pursuit. Re-retrieval. Love is lethal. Buried needle, severed root.
Thomas James
Nov 9, 2024
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