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Tom Leveille
VA USA    twitter: @avxlanche YouTube: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCxfESRg6eIGwdlmGzkRscCQ booking inquiries: tom.leveille86@gmail.com my book "down with the ship" is now availible: http://sanfranciscobaypress.com
Holly Salvatore
I was born with an American heart.
copperots
Malaysia    half hopeful thoughts on dewy mornings
Bayley Sprowl
New Orleans    Writing is the good thing.
Sarah DeeSarah
Chicago    "A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and ...
dana green
manhattan    i'm an orange moon reflecting the light of the sun -E.B.
Jane EB Smith
Southern CA    Born and reared in South Carolina, moved reluctantly to Southern CA. Now the desert is home. 5 children 2 precious daughters-in-law, grandchild. Loves family, hates ...
River Elise
Beauty in the saddest of things.
Brock Kawana
A gregarious gentleman. Finding oneself is hard when you are always the one stuck counting on that same weeping willow tree for hide-and-seek. ....Branch out.... ...
Bridgette Jester
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Rachael P Presley
I'm odds and ends, spare parts, and pieces of scrap held together by superglue and tape. My soul is a peculiar kind of pretty-strange and ...
Kara Rose Trojan
Chicago    woman / Chicago English teacher / smack-talker / student / observer / writer / wordsmith / editor / skeptic / ... "Poems are made of ...
Danielle Jones
I am a cat lover and a big-word scientist. Feel free to browse some of my poetry.
Feel free to browse my poems and I hope you enjoy your stay!
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Hello everyone! I'm a young-adult artist living in Boston. Besides writing poetry, I am very involved in fiber-arts, theatre, ceramics, photography, and sculpture.
David W Jones
Las Vegas, Nevada    David is a writer, author, and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. His poem "Touch of the Artist" is published in the ...
Heather Mirassou
California    I may be over Forty But my Bosom Swings And Skips To a Funky beat With a tip-toe Skip, Hop & dance That only I ...

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