the sieve and the sand

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Day: November 20, 2009

having to romanticize something which was always inherently romantic to me. that is until i found a cold so cold i could hardly breathe. and winter has just started.

poetry

i forgot how cold can permeate
every little layer of epidermis
making even the heart cold

just leaving room to be warmed
by the beauty of the communal
suffering making life epic as we
live it together hoping together
we’ll survive the night

all of us

November 20, 2009 Roger Mugs Leave a comment

Half A Thought.

poetry

The heat’s on high, the water starts
boiling,
boiling,
boiling,
boiling,
running over edges on to ranges
surely ain’t been cleaned off in ages
but not a lot to worry about:
Water stains always come out
of metal

November 20, 2009 Jay W. Ess Leave a comment
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