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Chloe Jul 2023
I want to be still
as a pin cushion
Poked, prodded, and robbed
Twenty-five fittings today
Where do you find the time?
Jay Jul 2023
Why did we ever stop writing poetry
To zip by in empty prose?
Prosaic ain’t so!
Oh woes
to the verbose
who cannot communicate pasttheirtoes
glasses tinted money-green and rose
Averted eyes, upturned nose
failing to look
anyone in the eyes
or to the heavens
back on the horse
Sky Jul 2023
Air
Fingers up,
grasping at bubbles;

Why do I always
fight for air?
maria Jul 2023
She writes about herself in the third-person because it makes her feel more significant.
neth jones Jun 2023
tended
   in dreams    i am flossed at sea
only to be
   muttered and lost
           once upon awakening
un-present and tense
14/05/23
Austin Sessoms Feb 2019
In Autumn when the leaves thin:
The way along the sidewalk is
Easier to navigate. I barely duck
Or change direction
Where I’m used to hitting my head.
Austin Sessoms Nov 2018
There is a self
that is my self
but not just mine
it is us all
and in that all
I will meet you
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