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Jon Winokur 18h
If anybody has a job and starts at 9, there's no reason why they can't get up at 4:30 or five and write for a couple of hours, and give their employers their second-best effort of the day—which is what I did. MARY OLIVER
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Anthony Rhead Feb 22
Intimate claim, lovers remain, essence in love, sunshine or rain..
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ŇiShak💙BlueSoul 7h
After losing myself... I found and in .
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Lady K Feb 23
There is poetry in his eyes when I am beneath him.. I surrender my soul and in his gaze I see the pedestal he places me upon.. For him to cherish me I float on high.. I am his angel.. He is my sky..
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Anthony Rhead Feb 22
Scoop of love, mind at ease touch sublime Ocean breeze
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Janice Fosse Feb 21
Take the pills or cut - Stop this endless Seige inside. How can I Be a hero When I'm so very s c a r e d ?
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Emilia Phillips 2h
“at the end of time, which is also the end of poetry” —Mary Ruefle, “Kiss of the Sun”
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Katie Smith Feb 22
One of my current favorite poems. I read her books over & over 💘 &misadventure
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Melody Lee 51m
"Stay rooted, grounded…and remember, the best way to bloom is to love and be loved." - Melody Lee
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E. Kristin Anderson 1h
Replying to @ek_anderson
The same can be said for all of the other predators who have been revealed recently in , in , in publishing in general. There are other authors that we can celebrate. We need to think about why these men are on pedestals and who else maybe should be there.
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Copper Canyon Press 49m
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Anna Feb 21
heals the wounds inflicted by reason. - Novalis
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575haiku Feb 23
Coffee and romance Spend money on fresh flowers Whisper lush language
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Anna Feb 23
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light - Sarah Williams
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Anna Feb 22
The of the earth is never dead. - John Keats
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kitsune3 9h
Hit a ball Weaving tension between player player and spectators Nobody knows ball's destination When the goddess of victory thrums on thread of tention A ball runs through toward victory
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Prudee M 15h
what has built can never be broken down even by itself
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J Brokaw 4h
Replying to @Julesitter
Yes, please, share & reply with a poem or variation on a poem, lyric or quote that moves you. It’s been fascinating reading the wide variety of prose I never considered that so precisely capture people’s thoughts on what’s happening in US & the world.
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Alexandra Meehan Feb 23
Dying Is an art, like everything else.    I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. ーSylvia Plath
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susan osborne 19h
ever there though i do not know your name i walk each day to you new seedling green unwinding the fragile blue above your head a cut-glass moon
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