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She sat across from me, her checked red and white skirt fell to the middle of her thigh. He legs were crossed and she was more beautiful than the last time I saw her. She spoke. I nodded, smiled and...
Spring on the eastern seaboard can be a tumultuous season. The wind roars; the rain falls in torrents. There is also the potential for storms of impressive magnitude. Here in the southeastern United...
Inspired by Sam S Sterling's (tried to link it, but didn't work) Poem about Syd Barret, I decided I just had to write something about Edie Sedgwick. I haven't edited it at all, but here it is. The...
A small selection wrote for the month long extravaganza.... the haiku does logic dictate poetic works pulsate non-rhythmically no no not a nonet, (google it for an explanation) snow falls all around...
