How space was lost – rondeau for dVerse
on silver sails, we set our hope in ships that gravity eloped we left a planet in despair from death on earth we did forswear away, away in rapid pace […]
on silver sails, we set our hope in ships that gravity eloped we left a planet in despair from death on earth we did forswear away, away in rapid pace […]
a brief encounter is a first a brief encounter is a performance that takes place as an imaginary scenario where the artist’s grandmother meets with Karl Marx a brief encounter […]
burning blood on fingertips desire quenched in last embrace the hunger of November clouds see sharpness of surrender his life forfeit to dreams undone behind the curtains of her hair […]
The way we paint in colors to conceal like it’s an oil paint where we once again could have a life of purple love in verdant spring with tangerine and […]
I go too slow today silent lorries fleeting woodlands detoxicate tulipomania academically mainstreaming quadruplicates extravagantness sphygmomanometer hypochondriacally bourgeoisification A snowball poem.. way to late for Anna’s dVerse avantgarde article. — […]
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Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
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