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Cat. #Poetry #Prose
The cat perched high on the limb. He sits silent and grim. No birds or …
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Endless Talk #Prose #Poetry
There are days where endless talk just stops. It quells the spells of bickering in the house. The moon waits for curtain call to unveil its presentation of the blue, the harvest, the wolf, the red, the…
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The Western Flea-Market #Prose #Poetry
The disconnect in your voice speaks to an agreed upon dysfunction you settled for early on. The contract was signed years…
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New Art Available in My Shop #Art #Prints
www.instagram.com/s/aGlnaGxpZ2h0OjE3OTA1NDIzMTU2NjcxMzg5 My watercolor is available in this updated version that has been tinted blue and toned down a bit in its color palette, evoking a calm muted landscape. Buy it in framed prints and limited home decor, like this great looking throw pillow, to accent your living room or living space. Giving your home decor…
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In a Nod to Neruda- An Ode to Charcuterie
Juicy lips tip, full ripe figs. Slate gray, ashing. Smashing sweet,…
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Mangroves and Sludge #Poetry
The door shuts to the sounds of buzzing motors, annoyed he frets and violently…
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PINK FLOWERS WITH BLACK HEARTS #poetry by jay
Pink flowers with black hearts Don’t be fooled by the…
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Dirty Dog #Poetry #Prose #Writers
You think you over something until it turns around and bites you on the ass, that dirty dog gnarling right in your…
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The Exiled Will Not Rest! #Prose #Poetry
My heart lives in the place of the exiled. The banished land, barren with burden, barren with anger, barren of hope. My heart weeps like them, the homeless, for a place to live. This place where maggots turn over the flesh of the dead is no longer their own. Composting the earth- they prepare for…
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Sir Robin, a poem by Jay Mora-Shihadeh at Spillwords.com #Poet #Poetry
Happy to announce my poem “Sir Robin” was accepted at Spillwords Press…
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Longitudes and Latitudes
I trace the longitudes and latitudes Over and over I pour fastidiously my attention…
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The Big Heavy Weight
The big heavy weight is beating me down today, holding me locked under. Whipping at me like the hot sun on …
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My Love #Poetry #Lovepoetry
I climb upon your Humbled breast…
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The Case For Clarity
The case for clarity Proceeds today In no particular Order…
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Eudocimus albus
I walk the day Into the night…
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The Saint of Silence
It’s the Saint of Silence That holds my confessions In a cloistered…
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Artistic Wall Clocks #Society6
Good times! Rethink the traditional timepiece as functional wall decor. You’ll love how our Artists are …
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Are You A Brand?
Are you a brand? Do you market yourself to the…
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I Declare Head of Household
I am the product of pain and sorrow The hurt is so deep, where is my…
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Reset
A breath A sigh,… #Poetry #Micropoem #Newday #Sighofrelief
