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Poetry and Poetic Prose. Creative contributions from our talented guest poets.

Old Buford

Old Buford I came upon old Buford, and he grinned a toothless grin. I shook his scarred and wrinkled hand,…

The Garden

My heart has made a garden, where the thorn falls away from the rose. Where every flower has your face. The…


Sweet primrose pressed between the pages. A book of verse from bygone ages. A token kept and treasured

No Time

I have no more time, to stumble or bumble, fumble, fidget or fall.I will go over, around, through or under, every…

The Crowd

Everyone got up in unison, I mean everyone at exactly the same instant, all 22 of 'em, like they were one mind like…

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