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For I Cannot In The Darkness

Spoken Word   For I cannot in the darkness for the life of me how it ever seemed so easy to let you go It was a meaning then some words and more words...

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Karaganda Christmas Rhyme

Short Poem   Sporadic firecrackers (An explosive bundle of fun) Go POP! In the snow Foretelling all the festivities to come So buy a fur hat and snow-proof your gown It’s Christmas day in...

Nature poem 0

Hive

Poem   I am the queen. Everyone longs to be near the hive but only you may enter.   more by JULSEY DAHLING photograph by Andrew E Weber   Image Curve’s Manifesto

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Stone

Poem   It sparkled in the sun, causing brilliant colors to flash in all directions! The small stone was set upon a large Rock along the road, And all who passed stopped to look....

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Giving Thanks – Part Two

Short Story   The warmth of the sun caressed Patrick’s face and he opened his eyes. Through the thatching of the roof, beams of light split the room into segments. For a moment he...

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Hold Steady

Poem   Trusting yourself To overcome your own misgivings The losses you can never prepare for The tinting of your safe paradigm You let yourself let go of the work of Thinking, visualizing, apprehending...

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Outback’s End

Haibun   A plastic box filled with a white-russian colored film. Corrosion in the slots where cylinders fit. A technician’s solemn expression: “In twenty years, it’s always a cracked engine block.” After 9 years...

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The Meet

Spoken Word   Both Spring and I put our heels on The starting mark And sunrise was the gunshot Before we’d gone half the track Out of breath called and called And called between...

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Would You Care

Poem   A little princess floats aimlessly, skiing from cloud to cloud. She watches earthlings down below, busy chasing trends. Endless cycles to the ends of the world. Girls yearn to be stick thin...

Christmas Poem 1

A Karaganda Christmas Dream

Poem   The snow, mixed with mud– Like grey diamonds Glitters underfoot. Presents wrapped in newspaper (No ribbons for us) We have wine and candy Listening to the old familiar songs. I can feel...