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 Jan 2017 Kash
Abigail Sedgwick
moaning* | door |

groaning | floor |

come on in

       **you little *****
 Jan 2017 Kash
beth fwoah dream
wind
 Jan 2017 Kash
beth fwoah dream
the stars
unravel
ink-ribbons,
the wind’s
ghost gusts,
fragile as
a spinning leaf,
tremble,
throw their voices
like ventriloquists
into the loomy dark.
happy new year to everyone, hope you all had great holidays over Christmas and the new year. i've been in surrey staying with family and friends. love to you all!
 Jan 2017 Kash
em
dehydrated
 Jan 2017 Kash
em
I split my lip
& ****** the blood
between my teeth
reminding myself
of how it felt
when you kissed me.
 Jan 2017 Kash
Haydn Swan
Searching
 Jan 2017 Kash
Haydn Swan
I saw a star who's name was liberty
I saw a sun who's name was truth
I found a soul who's name was love
I found a life who's name was unknown
In the darkest patchwork of night
I found light.
 Jan 2017 Kash
Paul Hardwick
Last year
I told you,
I want to hold you
you told me
that is something
you can never have
not as long as you have a year of days.

Blink and last years gone
today days
have just happened here
tomorrow will come
and so soon gone
time moves on
and so soon today
has become
yesterday's hum
but
they are days
Of 20    One seven
and
woman
they
are
days
of

M    I     N   E.
P@ul.   :-)    ***.
The winter winds blew in
Carrying salt from the sea
And ice from the north
It whipped and raged
Like a monster thrashing
At his invisible chains

And we brace ourselves
With layers and fire and coal
Dousing the monster
Dampening his roars
With our crackling embers
And hot cocoa hands

But you and I
With your eyes like arctic frost
And mine aglow with summer's
Forest fires and charred woods
We leave behind the warmth
To dance gentle in the chill

From spitting flame to air,
Air that burns like fire in this cold
And still we hear the roaring.
Us two, pale as fresh snow
Soulful as the cinder sun
We distmantle and destroy

Monster! Monster! With eyes,
Eyes like storms and sky
And lungs of triumph and freedom
We three, treading blizzard winds
Spirits dancing gentle, and joy!
Joy boundless, as the winter roars
 Jan 2017 Kash
Doug Potter
She arched, and peeled
a red plum into my
mouth, including
the ragged pit;

though she had the charm
of a pumice stone, I did
not spit or complain.
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