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They come.
The words.
A title,
the snap of an ending,
triggering
a stream of lines
and spaces,
the pounding within,
that will not stop
until my mind is free
of the mess that is
my poetry.
They come.
The words.
A title,
the snap of an ending,
triggering
a stream of lines
and spaces,
the pounding within,
that will not stop
until my mind is free
of the mess that is
my poetry.
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Melinda K Zarate
74 years old |
from USAMY TEXTS, Archive 149 Texts
Floating Isn't Escape (1) - 2026-04-13
The Offering (2) - 2026-04-10
They Did Not Listen (1) - 2026-04-10
Minor Inconvenience (2) - 2026-04-09
Different Boards (3) - 2026-04-09
Devotion (2) - 2026-04-08
At What Cost? (5) - 2026-04-07
Thoughts from a Sunday morning prayer (1) - 2026-04-07
By Degrees (2) - 2026-04-06
Over Shifting Ground (3) - 2026-04-05
A Day of Discovery (1) - 2026-04-05
Compliance (1) - 2026-04-05
Dust (1) - 2026-04-03
Let It Wait (2) - 2026-04-02
The Graveyard (1) - 2026-04-01
Not A Joke (1) - 2026-04-01
palimpsest (3) - 2026-04-01
The Sentinel - 2026-03-31
The Sculpture (2) - 2026-03-31
Burnished (3) - 2026-03-30
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