e c l e c t i c a
p o e t r y
e c l e c t i c a
p o e t r y
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Poems containing the words better, doubt, mode, and wrong.
Real romance is nothing,
lasted weeks or was it a year, expectations of a swollen
conversation.
Laurel Benjamin
gauze wants to bandage
then goes stuffy damp
a cilice of fatigue
Nathaniel Calhoun
Your shoulder pushing the front door in
and the neighbors still screaming at each other,
so I can imagine the ways we would ruin our lives even better.
Emma Buckley
The highway outside our window
growled and moaned and whooshed
Toni Artuso
Over the arc of a day
the Sun retires
and draws long shadows into Dusk
Tina Denetclaw