Collins Island, CA    The wound is the place where the Light enters you ~ Rumi A pretty corpse. Quite dead, staying alive through my love of words.

I don't speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life. Fernando Pessoa. Twitter @fairycemetery

Gweru, Zimbabwe    The face of Mary Is my moon tonight As I am intoxicated By the rhythm Of the dance without legs (From the poems of Omah …

41/M/Scotland    Heard melodies are sweet, But those unheard are Sweeter.... John Keats All poems are original and ©copyrighted of Jack Aylward

23/F/Norway    I´m a journalist, and a poet in my free time. From Norway. Other pages: https://www.facebook.com/johannamagdalenapoetry?_rdr=p

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