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The best of modern and classical poetry from around the world
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Lacuna (Psychology of the Composer)

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The amanuensis of a blind composer creates a holographic projection, outlining a philosophical treatise on liberty. He thieves the stolen plot. In a poem, one line may hide another - etymological o...
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Stepping Stones

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Mere stepping stones I tread as I jump through the hoops formed by the hangman’s noose on a path to somewhere I can’t see Forward I go again, into another [...]...
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Deaf

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There was a time, when I had the ear of a Decent person. One day, He became A prominent individual… And quickly Lost his hearing.
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Squid Inc

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Squid Inc is all about the author. It is our mission to bring independent, unsigned and self-published writers to the attention of readers and publishers alike. (So many great #selfpub #writers at Squid Inc it's hard to know where to start!
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brokenpencil » Blog Archive » The Work of Emma Healey

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RT @typebooks: All about @emma_healey and her poetry, from @brokenpencilmag : http://t.co/OtPYh9NW (Her new title launches at Type Queen this Friday)...
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I Bet They’ll Put Cows in There

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We drove over to Houston to see the new grandson yesterday. I didn’t bump my head, didn’t see the guy, and don’t know if a phone was involved, but there was grass, she did swerve away from another ...
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For Reveries

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I’ve been intending to do a series of poems on how the body works. Just can’t quite get the handle on it that I want. This week’s Reveries prompt gives a lot of suggestions, but I...
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Bewilderment

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The allure of darkness, aromas filled with temptation. It’s lust, corrupting a stewing identity; sharing a taste, Exposing the bland flavor of righteous light. Ingredients inducing an uncontr...
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Burnt Umber

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Late evening thoughts; Considerations rise within The steam of dark coffee. That Lulling fragrance of experience Mingles with the taste of bitter Remembrance.
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Patti Smith on Music, Poetry, and (maybe) Retiring to Coney Island

Patti Smith on Music, Poetry, and (maybe) Retiring to Coney Island | Pure Poetry | Scoop.it
Patti Smith was at The New Yorker Festival and talked about everything from Robert Mapplethorpe to Roberto Bolano to her love for the D-chord.
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The 10 Most Twisted Couples in Literature - Flavorwire

The 10 Most Twisted Couples in Literature - Flavorwire | Pure Poetry | Scoop.it
Flavorwire: Cultural news and critique from Flavorpill (RT @TerraMcVoy: I agree with every one of these awful couples in literature, but wonder if there are others to add.)...
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Bastards

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Lust, a stowaway A candle hid in heart A model’s lonely gaze A crossbow’s deadly dart   A lioness roars in silence of hot hunger stalking innocent prey  in flames with taste for game   A ...
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Contemplating Life

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A bit like: ‘Why did the chicken’ they cross the road around the same time year after year the grass is always greener. Wishful thinking? …maybe. Cringing at the thought of crunch...
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