early morning mist, the station shrouded in gray as we wait for a train. she clutches her ticket, long black lashes speckled with dew. we stand like ghosts, ram-rod straight, a ... CONTINUED
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my manifesto
I prefer poems that are short and sharp, which flame and spark. Poems that dare to paint VIVID pictures or scenes for your mind’s eye. Unforgettable poems that have something to say, some reason for being. Poems which beat with a passionate, pure heart. Poems that reach for something beyond the mere sounds of words on a printed page (or computer screen). Welcome to my dream…











