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Emily B
45/F/Kentucky    My soul needs poetry. I have been published a time or two. Most notably an anthology from Old Seventy Creek Press titled "Dalliance." I started …
Suzy Hazelwood
UK    I like to write poetry, prose and short stories on my WordPress blog, with occasional spoken word. -> wordmusing.wordpress.com I am also a photographer on …
beth fwoah dream
England    i love writing. i try to let my subconscious write the poems. born may 1969.
NV
NV
19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma
I ponder.. with wonder ... I think . Where would we be without forgiveness?
Walter W Hoelbling
Austria & Spain & UK & US    Retired after 40+ years from teaching U. S. literature, film, and culture at a large Austrian university, now enjoying occasional visits to members of my …
John Stevens
Idaho moved to Texas    Retired IT Specialist who writes to maintain sanity. Raising two grandchildren and 1 who are a delight of my life. I began writing in the …
Ann M Johnson
Minnesota ( A Small Pop?)    All poems original Copyright of Ann M Johnson, unless otherwise noted 2013-2021. I love writing and reading poetry I also enjoying singing. I also appreciate …
bones
England    Just stuff
tranquil
New Delhi, India    every breeze touching the face of sand is filled with longing and satisfaction extracted from tumultuous sea and from sunburnt repose of tranquil souls © …
SøułSurvivør
A writer and an artist. A musician as well. In need of a Savior, I was just a shell. I was a heavy drinker. Alcoholic, …
Sjr1000
Humboldt County Ca.    Life on the Mad River. Through lines: poetry. I went into psychology with two questions: how do people work and what is the source of …
AK Bright
Winn
with(out) Wolf    That first "Hello" was a reunion. The final "Goodbye" - - an impossibility. (Cover photo by Winnie Carolina)
Pax
Pax
Philippines/ Jubail, KSA    Hi! I am back again here in Kingdom of Saudi Arabia.
Dreamer
I just want to discover the beauty, covert within the tiny cracks and crevices, of every breathing life

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