Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

BY TED KOOSER, U. Elegy for a Broken Machine. A fine book from Alfred A. It came with those scratches. From all their belt buckles,. An arc of pickmarks cut.

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She got the date of the party wrong. When she spoke to the police. It was 4 weeks ago, more. We try to save the beast. You just try to remember the day. Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless. Take me to church,. Help but sing along, wondering where. Pines scratch at the sky,. Jet contrails are blemishes with. Cobweb blood on the blue skin. She leaves notes in the morning.

But at my back I always hear. Andrew Marvell, To His Coy Mistress.

Secretly, ever so delicately, they float silently in secret skies above,. Dreams, oh so many sacred yearnings for love,. A galaxy of lonesome stars calling your name,. My beloved, i surrender eternally to your leafy embrace,. For by your side is where i ever find inner peace,.

Writing is like breathing for me. A small and precious life. Plog, the enterprising snail. Lost in a warm forest. Lucy leaps into the unknown. What lives in the bush. The beauty and the silence. Did you see them? A valentine for a cooling world. When the morning breeze blows. The joy of self mockery. A limerick I made up is a poem, right? I think my l.