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I was a poet. I ate, read, wrote, and slept poetry. It was all I cared about. It was my entire identity. I based my self worth on my...

“You are a strange man, Ludovico,” complained Alessandra Benucci. “You say that you love me, but you care as little...

Nov 10, 2009 by Ronnie Smith

If you want editors to notice (and publish) your poetry, here are some ways you can get a competitive edge. Avoid one-word titles. Or...

Jan 9, 2009 by Dennis Copson

I am Captain of my ship, the majestic ‘Destiny’. Nautically she’s well equipped and crewed for any sea. She is well...

Nov 27, 2008 by Dennis Copson

My lover picked me roses From her garden last Sunday morn, Red blossoms in seductive poses Nestled coyly amongst the thorns. She vased...

Oct 19, 2008 by Jeff Brown

Her squirms of protest accompany the morning alarm. Stumbling to the community wash she takes on Thumbs and Butternut, tenants that...