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Mark Prisco just created a new blog post . on writing I go with what I’ve got, a fly on my foot, the sky hung with intermittent starlight; a distant hum, near by like blood pumped;… http://bit.ly/2t5aQfR

I go with what I’ve got, a fly on my foot, the sky hung with intermittent starlight; a distant hum, near by like blood pumped; cars, cicada, city scum; glass reflects the room I’m in, holds me near/dear, returns my frown. I dream   of her. http://bit.ly/2sZBoz8

peterlebaige just created a new blog post . calling calling the stars are young voices in a park deep into the stone-washed blue of evening the moon atop that sky a ferris wheel drawing… http://bit.ly/2opXFS4

calling the stars are young voices in a park deep into the stone-washed blue of evening the moon atop that sky a ferris wheel drawing them in, cloud toward the silver wood and glades of sea i walk in the glad frost of their voices falling. july 2012 howick domain http://bit.ly/2FwYXCe

Mark Prisco just created a new blog post . renaissance midnight her light glows between the curtain low I’d close shop my eye- lids at a drop,,, I’m dead, tired & when I lie beside… http://bit.ly/2FpKtUr

midnight her light glows between the curtain low I’d close shop my eye- lids at a drop,,, I’m dead, tired & when I lie beside her I dream I, walk again http://bit.ly/2FoHETN

Editor just created a new blog post . A leaf fell from the trees Lonely a road cold Leave the critics to their retorts This is no scripture No ancient Latin definition It"s a story of how they met… http://bit.ly/2onGtgb

Lonely a road cold Leave the critics to their retorts This is no scripture No ancient Latin definition It"s a story of how they met For the rest of you this is where it begins She sits with an apple Entices the serpent The boy will follow Biting into her neck She eats the freshly picked fruit It"s crisp, juicy and grown with care. It"s a firework that burns with serpentine motion ‎We will ignite the sky with reports ‎Dazzle it"s story upon the trailing sky Confelli will drop floating to the ground beneath us ‎Only if...... ‎. http://bit.ly/2FleLYw

maungapammy just created a new blog post . Shoal Harbour Bright city light meets waking dawn Incandescent shoal shimmers Strangley symbiotic Harbour bridge traffic an aural backdrop To birdcall and lapping water Strangley soothing The… http://bit.ly/2HCRfac

Bright city light meets waking dawn Incandescent shoal shimmers Strangley symbiotic Harbour bridge traffic an aural backdrop To birdcall and lapping water Strangley soothing The puddles are delicious Shells cut my feet It"s all relative, I am content http://bit.ly/2HxNLG1

Mark Prisco just created a new blog post . on poetic composition my word isn’t blood or milk spilt or symbolical of it.   i’m cut by what’s remembered, what is not & the gap, a flat… http://bit.ly/2GvKJRh

my word isn’t blood or milk spilt or symbolical of it.   i’m cut by what’s remembered, what is not & the gap, a flat windy lot that rings like wooden chimes.   for days, as mice play in the cracks between my toes & fingers, i lie in the hollows or high billowing like wheat the colour of hair.   there’s nothing to it – the massive meditations of sky & mountain where i hear myself, think. http://bit.ly/2GzmAco

john keast just created a new blog post . The Bookseller The book seller does not look up He is lost in the art of the non-sale His book is held out: it a prop and… http://bit.ly/2HqXNsr

The book seller does not look up He is lost in the art of the non-sale His book is held out: it a prop and he the actor. Here he rules, with Frame and Sullivan; Michener and Collins The air is stale, fusty with his leavings He manages a feigned smile: ‘’Looking, are we?’’ There is no escape: not the poetry or cooking; not Home Mechanics A bell shakes above the door It opens to the sound of the sea; on this sloping street, it is escape http://bit.ly/2Ff7Ccm

Sommer Cullingford just created a new blog post . Abandon. I tremble goodbye to ground as a banner unbound in wolfish uplifts; undone by the shrinking farm of faces, breathing in the changeling depths beneath http://bit.ly/2F6FiZn

I tremble goodbye to ground as a banner unbound in wolfish uplifts; undone by the shrinking farm of faces, breathing in the changeling depths beneath http://bit.ly/2F9nugl

Editor just created a new forum topic . Featured Poem for Feb 2018 – poems by the sea by Mark Prisco Mark Prisco one of our top posters the man who introduced me to Dante I hold high esteem to have him a member, he has… http://bit.ly/2Ho6TpV

Mark Prisco one of our top posters the man who introduced me to Dante I hold high esteem to have him a member, he has a unique style of writing, he writes with an off the cuff flow the imagery I find enjoyable to read. It was hard for me to select one to be featured from his portfolio but I liked how he has crossed out some of the content here which is a lesson to the rest of us in that its ok to edit or maybe its intended to be unsaid context. Peters comment is on point with this post. I hope Mark continues to share his insights with the rest of us. The poem can be found here http://bit.ly/2HlS0UU

Editor just created a new forum topic . Featured Poem for Feb 2018 – poems by the sea by Mark Prisco Mark Prisco one of our top posters the man who introduced me to Dante I hold high esteem to have him a member, he has… http://bit.ly/2HjvRGV

Mark Prisco one of our top posters the man who introduced me to Dante I hold high esteem to have him a member, he has a unique style of writing, he writes with an off the cuff flow the imagery I find enjoyable to read. It was hard for me to select one to be featured from his portfolio but I liked how he has crossed out some of the content here which is a lesson to the rest of us in that its ok to edit or maybe its intended to be unsaid context. Peters comment is on point with this post. I hope Mark continues to share his insights with the rest of us. The poem can be found here http://bit.ly/2F9VeKI