DO YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID? Always up to read, listen or think on something new. Thoughts of a dying vitalist. Ever listened to new wave among. Autumn as synth turned seasons expose. Fresh nerve endings chill air runs over bare. Able thresholds while you lust over my grimace. Not my so very well put together bleak armor.

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Fridge magnets and crows, please. As always I am hoping for new names amongst our contributors; nevertheless if you have contributed in the past and think you can come up with something, I will not turn it away without good consideration. For some considerable time now, I have followed the blogs of Robin Malherbe. July is the month of Libe.

Where a poem a day keeps the doldrums away. The Parts and Sum of a Whole. On the kitchen wall; watchful. As they grow luminous and tall. Like birches, swaying near and far. On the winds of time;. Sweet herring pickled, and. Recalling days long past;. Children, and measuring walls. Splashing in jars, swimming. Like red queens in an.