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: I'm aggrieved the hours I've lost I could have spent with my love
- 2: Melting outward like a movie burning on the screen
- 3: We've found where the divide is thin and chosen the other side
- 4: The ocean is faithful and the Devil's a liar
- 5: The ghosts of them surround me
- 6: I specialize in opera myself
- 7: Can't I take my own binoculars out?
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