A collection of words and emotions. Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn. Thing, it is delightful to tell it. A full moon in a clear sky, waking me. To a far-away time, a far-away space. Existing above or under the familiar-. Of dust-grey deserts, mountains of eroded rock,. Turned by being so far away into. We Have Not Long To Love.

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Human Life, and Death. Laura Valenti decided to starve herself to death. And was bound to get much, much worse. Laws being what they are, Laura had no other real option. What she did was brave. So ended the article in the local paper.

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Thursday, December 31, 2009. On the Eve of a New Heart. Brighten my cold cavern, every crevice. With your distant atomic flash. Melt away the frozen particles. Of stubborn animosity, cowardice, fear. Belshazzar sits at the side,. Knees now knocking one against the other. As he witnesses the foreboding script. His fate is the fate of Herod. And countless other would-be dictators,. Once confident in their cruel reign. Over the enslaved souls of men. Come to me and burn deep inside. Let the revolution start! .

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You turn toward me, your lips move, wanting to speak. A literary compass for finding your voice. Still Life with Oysters and Lemon. When we take in the lushness o.

On May 4, 2010 by Katherine Parker Richmond. Over all, a good haul. My muscles were tight and I strained something in my neck and came home disappointed and wanting to not hurt. Hurt My stomach is still trying to right itself.

Friday, June 11, 2010. These furious writhing coils of oil. Retching flumes into the sea,. Scalding the lungs of pelicans. These furious writhing coils of oil. Intended for earthly satisfactions, are now. Scalding the lungs of pelicans,. Welding their plumes, stifling their breath. Like Prometheus, we risked it all for. Whatever device consumes our lives fastest so we can hurry home to. Wednesday, June 9, 2010.