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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 |
MY TEXTS, Archive 149 Texts
A Measure of a Man (2) - 2026-01-13
Legacy (1) - 2026-01-12
Winding Down (1) - 2026-01-11
Selected Outrage - 2026-01-09
When the Stars Failed (2) - 2026-01-08
When the Floor Collapses (2) - 2026-01-07
Joy Lives (2) - 2026-01-05
Held (1) - 2026-01-03
Uncommon Wings (2) - 2026-01-03
Lucky Enough (3) - 2025-12-29
A Christmas Truce (1) - 2025-12-24
The Vow (1) - 2025-12-22
What Goes Unspoken (2) - 2025-12-22
The Serpent in Our Garden (1) - 2025-12-22
The Power of Words (1) - 2025-12-21
Comfort in the Twilight Zone (2) - 2025-12-19
Black Beach (3) - 2025-12-17
Into the Darkness (1) - 2025-12-15
Weapons of Mass Destruction (1) - 2025-12-08
Reflection on a Gray Day (2) - 2025-12-05
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