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I stepped outside and the sound of my feet made me nervous as I slowly walked along a neverending thick white floor.

The snow clung to my boots as if to find some warmth or maybe a hug.

Within minutes my hands were stiffened by the icy air that felt strong enough to slice through my stone cold fingers.

I should have wore gloves, I said to myself as I made 2 fists and buried them deep insi...

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Zoomnation

Zoomnation

 

He stayed in beautiful isolation

For so long

He became a memory

A shadow on the wall

A stain on the carpet

 

When they sipped red wine

They remembered him

In the taste upon their lips

In the pause

Between the small talk

 

The chair remained empty

The corner a little darker

The mirror over the bar

Cast no reflection

Of him

 

A...

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And Peace

I'm not sure I have a sword strong enough to fend off the axe

I only have the arsenal of time spent slack

I have only armor made of pretty wax

Scented like the yellow glitter roll-on 

I'm no one's sap

I'm a sap for all

Everything has its value

Everything has its flaws

I just get nervous when I argue 

Can't we all get along

Do I have to slice a scar

Down from your e...

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Transatlantic Verses - online open mic

I am hosting an online open mic using Zoom.us conferencing software beginning at 7 pm (UK time) on 1 July 2018. We will use Zoom.us teleconferencing software (meeting ID 260-756-986) and take turns reading our poems out as you would in a physical open mic. With luck, we will have a few poets from Britain and a few from the US as well. If people join from other countries, that is even better, but t...

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Are you that easy to forget?

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Into the bleak after hour
where dreams blend into
hopes that have gone sour
I am one of many, upon rocks
ocean spume that wet your socks.

Why do you walk the shores
with socked feet?

When bare footed symphonies
lift their song in your chest
above outstretched branches of tress
I am one of many grains of sand,
nameless stars cupped in hand.

Will y...

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