“A brook can be a friend in a special way.” Joan Walsh Anglund
Eternal Palimpsest I see you writing your story, scoring your song along the eternal spine of stored vibration, compositions of worn love hidden in abrasions, lost in folds of timeless notions of intimacy, smoothed across cleft and hollow of silences, now, once more, the roar of charged meaning shaping a reawakening of senses. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Korean cooking, restaurants, and delivery foods
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Welcome to poetry and poetic imagery
📍enthusiasm runs the world
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