The Sea Never Forgets, Never Remembers

Storms a coming she heard the old man say as he looked up at the gray sky and misty trees. Well, no shit she thought, seems obvious to me. But ya see he said the sea has a way of changing ya, making a man of ya, putting the fear back into ya. I don’t need the sea to see the sea but also to be is the point of my existence. A slanderous thought he said but a...

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Words from poet's past flow through me

their stories live on through reverberating echoes.

Tales as old as time bouncing off pages into reader's

minds, then from their lips

not into god's ears but into mine.

Things fall apart by Chinua Achebe

a literary goldmine waiting to be explored. 

Writers weaving together linguistic 

art, masterpieces so intricately 

resonant, you'...

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epics very scurrilous

but I took them all in,

crazy tales of passion

made mine seem thin

lovers by the dozen,

flights to every shore,

my ups and downs

a comparative bore

the facade collapsed,

your name's phoney,

landlord dropped by

called you Miss Toni

you talk up love but I

know not who you are,

little Miss Nobody or

exotic wandering sta...

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