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Poet to Poet
bold strokes on an empty canvas photography and seeing existence through a photographer’s eye / angles shadings themes
Torey Seymour-RussellPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Screening Room
This was 1987 baby! Sunny Crockett was doing things with pastels that are still illegal in some southern states and Phillip Michael Thomas was singlehandedly keeping the curl activator industry afloat.* Saturday morning was virtually the only place to find super-heroes and people were wearing Z. Cavaricci pants (ask your parents).
Mehtab Malhotra: An Outsider's Stumble Through the Musical Poetry of South Asian Ghazal
After a few minutes winding down streets near Green Park, London, I stepped into the Nehru Centre (cultural wing of the High Commission for India). I showed my ticket and wandered in, spending some time perusing artwork displayed in a well lit, high ceilinged room before heading upstairs for the concert.
Thomas GravesPublished 7 years ago in BeatA Poem to Her
Here we go, oh my Oh god where do I even start, You laugh at all those silly words, so immature, like fart. And I hate that I never could express the way I feel,
A Quick ThoughtPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo My Unborn
The day I knew, I was being blessed by you, Myself overjoyed To cherish Motherhood. The joy lasted but a few days; My dreams shattered.
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAngel
Angel, come back to me, spread your wings and fall, back to earth. I'm here, angel, come find me, I'm somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
Jessica SmithPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Piers
Creative and influential are the sounds at the piers. My soul peers out absorbing the element of ambient ripples. Whispers in the wind blow by for
Zombies
Zombies. The Undead. Walkers. The cannibalistic risen dead go by many names, the most common derived from the Haitian word "zombi."
Megan BurtonPublished 7 years ago in Geeks