The Origin Of The Modern Serial Killer
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You long for the frontier of old, long for the joy of getting a medal for
your massacre skills. These days, you have to be discreet. Get a secret
tool you...
The Mist in the Morning as it Lifts
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The fog along the ground, the shapes of trees,
The breaking of white into violet,
Diffusions of sunrise in particulate skies,
White smoke blows across the ro...
In Defense Of Minimalism Per Se
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Brevity in poetry doesn’t mean
You have little to say, it means
You have everything
In the world to say
And too little
Time to say it.
Mateos Zarifian Archives announced
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We are thrilled to share that HOUSHAMADYAN, the online trilingual project
to *reconstruct Ottoman Armenian town and village life*, has released a
new art...
T. Carmi: Awakening (From Hebrew)
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*Awakening*
By T. Carmi
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
*Come pass your hand across my lips. *
*For I am not accustomed to this light. *
*Our love is batlike, b...
THE BEST OF 2019 BEGINS... WITH TV
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after dropping out of the Tory leadership campaign, he joined the Dublin
Murder Squad...
2019 is no one's idea of a good year, and enough nonsense, high cr...
[of you]
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It’s empty, where you used to lie,
cold, where you used to touch me,
hollow, the songs which meant so much
to you and me,
dusk is falling in showy col...
on the first day of autumn, no bite in the air
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there is chatter in the café, but not enough to drown the silence in the
kitchen, not enough to distract from the sticky smudged drops on the
windows, whic...
Kell Verses
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* Kell verses*
(for Katherine Gordon)
She sits in her stone seat,
beside two tractor wheels,
musing, the jug beneath her feet,
earth of clay at he...
We are what suns and winds and waters make us
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Image: Richard Leach, 7 Words, Distressed page from old poetry book on
playing card. Title: Found in The Poems of Algernon Charles Swinburne, 1904
The Silence of Wisdom
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There used to be noise
to fill the void.
Like an audiophile I would collect
the unspoken word
and pipe it in as my own.
But no one recognized the voice as mi...
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*Nightswimmer’s Creation Story*
When he was a little kid, at the beach with family,
he watched a man swim out from shore
over criss-crossing whitecaps as ...
not never
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two in a row negative nostalgia naughty one is not enough three just right
i miss him you know those people that pass on leaving a shadow of
themselves beh...
freedom
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Tears bleed your eyes. It’s a red moon, love, twisted out of shape. Caught
in the dying of a strangled knot’s cloudy dream of freedom; choice lost.
Cemente...
Lana K. W. Austin
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Lana K. W. Austin’s poems, short stories, and reviews have recently been
featured in *Mid-AmericanReview, Sou’wester, Columbia Journal, Zone 3,
Appalachia...
Shore
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Very happy to share this poem of mine that's now up at Ovenbird! It was
inspired by watching and rewatching Moana with my older son (among other
things)...
Hesa Rop
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Dagen var mulen. Det hade regnat i veckor, men äntligen var det uppehåll.
Skogen droppade, det ångade om träden. Novemberkylan smög innanför
ylleklänningen...
The Witch with a Very Large Hat
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The Witch with a Very Large Hat is a short children's film for Halloween.
If you liked this story, you can check out our recent book: *"Pictopoems of
Be...
weary
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as i walked through the wind and rain
beneath the elevated train
i heard the buildings laugh and the trashcans snicker
of mercy's light i saw not a flicke...
1898 c/o Luke Thompson
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‘Let us go insect-hunting tonight,’ the poet said. ‘It will be dark and I
have many lanterns ready.’
do not
leave the city
cicadas and crickets
i...
Laughing Sneer
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Death comes in a cloak that is hard to recognize.
I was walking near Azalea Park when I saw a spray
of blossoms that could've brought some yellow joy.
The...
Hello, my love
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As crazy as it seems, I have a new website. It’s simple, it’s streamlined,
and it’s now the home of my writing and blogging activities. As of this
morning...
Sylvia Plath Anthology
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Another great review of Like a Fat Gold Watch: Meditations on Sylvia Plath
--
https://djvorreyer.wordpress.com/2018/02/09/first-reads-like-a-fat-gold-watch...
Alchemy
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I've left off.
I've leapt off,
how?
Dreaming me, myself once, now
I dream me another,
one other
than myself. Not
my voice, not
my mien,
not mine.
Around me, ...
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Little Announcement: Five years is too long a hiatus. Salamander Cove will
resume posting again in January 2018 Lots of great poems to share, some
from pas...
The Paul Blackburn Audio Collection!
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To that end, I am pleased to announce the launch of our latest digital
collection, the Paul Blackburn Audio Collection. These digitized recordings
feature ...
Mind Form Colouring Page 5760
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[image: Free Adult Colouring Page with Abstract Drawing in Mind Form by
Donald Lee]
Download Colouring Page Image File
Abstract Line Drawing / Page 576...
New book
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This is an old blog but if you have ended up here recently (say, 2017) you
might be looking for my new book 'Turn'. To find that please go to my
website...
Ritual
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Afternoon rain-
waiting for the train
to slink its headlight down the line.
My kid has a thing for switching
tracks so while we wait, I'll list these fact...
Who Will Love the Crow
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I am delighted to share with you the exciting news of my book release *Who
Will Love the Crow* through Winter Goose Publishing. This is my debut solo
colle...
Star Traveler
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*Star Traveler*
Sliding through endless stars cold and dark
Ancient memories reaching out
Highways of stardust guiding
Solar winds pushing all
Gravity ...
IRISH PIG JIG
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One Irish spring morn, a wee leprechaun saw a little pink pig a-dancing a
jig. Its trotters were flying all over the place. Leprechaun cried “Pig,
you are ...
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Hello everyone who follows David King (My Father). On behalf of the family
this post is to let you know that Dad sadly passed away, peacefully, on
Friday 4...
Superdense by Josephine Shaw
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In quantum theory the inconceivably small
can give rise to the unimaginably large.
And that means that somewhere there exists
a diamond the size of a planet
...
July 23rd forum announcement
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Dear Poetry Aficionados,
Poetry & Poets in Rags blog
This is the final installment of Poetry & Poets in Rags, completing 10
years, and well over 500 iss...
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how long ago, it seems, i started out
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Family is sometimes a question.
In these rare cases
my mother is the answer--my mother
with her pesto chicken pumpkin
My mother
dainty and perfumed as a sof...
Double-flowered Stansbury Cliffrose
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Flowers with more than the normal number of petals are known as double
flowers. Roses and many other types of cultivated flowers are
double-flowered, but o...
Final curtain
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The final curtainAs of today, no more submissions will be accepted.
However, what we have shared over these five years will be allowed to
remain, as long ...
Lush Now Available at Amazon
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*Lush* from Rufous Press is now also available at Amazon. To purchase a
copy from Amazon click right here. *Lush* is a lovely collection of poetry
and ...
Salamandres et poésie
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*Histoires* est le titre d’un poème en français qui m'appartient, paru le
31 janvier 2012 dans le e-zine littéraire *Salamander Cove* *(Le nid des
salamand...
Flourish
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Flourish
Ducks ripple the pond
this wet April morning
the blue heron
rises from the mist
a lone turkey
struts the field
and the grass
green as Ireland
A...
au revoir
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Je vous remercie des beaux moments passés avec vous, mais pour des raisons
personnelles je ne remettrai plus la plume ici. Bonne continuation à vous!
...
A Sad Farewell :'(
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Dear Blog Followers,
I am sorry to inform you that I am leaving Blogger. I love the community
here, and I have to say I have never met such nice internet p...
From the blognoscenti: 16 May 2011 (105)
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(a) John Latta, "Tinkling" in Isola di Rifiuti. "That’s either iris or
maize said the urban poet to himself on the way to Chicago";
(b) Tom Clark, "The S...
note to all
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on a little break
from blogger (mainly due to time constraints)
please do not get offended
if i don't reply to comments
as promptly as i normally do.
ba...
Narcissus
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by Stuart Barnes You want to know why I culled you like a cane toad, a
rabbit or a kangaroo? You were so reckless with your red soldiers, so
couldn’t care ...
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