‘The Gravedigger’: A Poem by Marie Burdett
The Gravedigger I garden to acquaint myself with graves. Accompanying death with every turn, my spade exhumes pharaonic tombs, ...
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Haiku Postponed my desire To taste Butter melted ** Mother is in kitchen Watching from the window Sky *** Early…
Hope for our future depends on curbing current chaos and that we don't suffer consequences of social culture loss. We…
Wow!!! Amazing insight. Uncle Dave would be so proud. Bless you Jonathan. Aunt Marie
Very ingenious.
"Serenade" is an exquisite weaving together of visual and auditory beauty ("micropolyphony" is marvelous!) It evokes the poignant feelings that…
