My poem "Below Surface" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It is the one whose genesis involves shouting, "I ran out of curse tablets!" How many reasons there are to keep writing them, committing their call to the water that listens inside the earth.
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- 1: There's no kind of atmosphere
- 2: Never tasted anything like you before
- 3: How about I create a mess and then solve the mess and then I'll be a hero
- 4: Anything you crave, a certain curse
- 5: None of us are traitors till we are
- 6: Swimming through these long-forgotten lands
- 7: Sifting through centuries for moments of your own
- 8: The bones of houses show in the summertime
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