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by Dagmar Wilson
When writing at night
my mind is clear...
A teary-eyed half moon
is smeared low across...
by CJ Maleney
Accreditation is not desired nor sought,
Creative images fade in whisps of memory...
The prosody of your speech
And the melodies of your eyes...
by BOB GALLO
The fruit to die for:
The apple of neighbour’s bough...
was every improvisation between solid and ethereal...
A writer not only writes what the writer feels but the writer can also feel what the writer writes
Being in love is like playing with fire you always get burned
Must keep my eyes open, can't fall asleep yet, I'm widely wake, but for how long?