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A VIOLENT SOUND IN ALMOST EVERY PLACE #138
by Darren C. Demaree My voice, both trick & force is quiet now, never weak, or narrow, I have all of the words of momentum & I share them just enough to give the tide reasons to return. |
STEALTH by Katy Brown |
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A VIOLENT SOUND IN ALMOST EVERY PLACE #139
by Darren C. Demaree The gnawing, the chew to chew & never consume is beyond the sleepless, is beyond static, it is a placeholder for new thought, which never begins with words spoken out loud first. There is a sword with each original idea & shouting it is like wildly swing– ing the blade without looking at the proximity of other people. I want to do something that changes people without removing their head or their defenseless cartilages. It could be indispensable, it could be shared, the quiet joy of a call to speak closer with good intention. |
OLD NEW ORLEANS by Myles Boisen |
| A VIOLENT SOUND IN ALMOST EVERY PLACE #140
by Darren C. Demaree I have forgotten peace. No, I never knew peace, but I read about the reward of peacefulness & I salivate the way I used to in relation to the starkness of skin under a good sundress. I want it & the layers between my own devastating actions and the penalty of a harbor with constant wind creates only humbleness, with an ornery sense of searching. If it were about salvation, my lungs would be filled with wasted water. |
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