Three hundred and sixty-five days later
And still here.
Still going strong.
Better than ever.
With probably a thousand pieces
Of improbable prose behind us.
(Holy crap, that’s a lot!)
A troupe of awesome men
(and one women)
Putting the pedal to the metal
Or more like, pen to paper,
Or actually, fingers to keyboards
Churning out poem after poem
After poem after poem:
The good (a buttload)
The great (a few)
The bad (no one asked you anyway)
The ugly (that’s the way we like ‘em)
And as it’s been said before:
“Hemorrhaging brilliance daily.”
So though it’s needless to say,
But I’ll say it anyway:
It’s been an honor to share this
Pixilated plane of poetic interweb
Known on the streets as “the Sieve”
With you
Twisted,
Hilarious,
Ridiculous,
And ingenious,
Gents.
You guys (and gal) rock!
sieve
My Sieve and Sand
poetryMy Sand is my emotions
My Sieve is my mind
My Sand moves through the motions
Whilst My Sieve looks behind
NOW A DOT COM SENSATION!
poetrylegitimacy
is only one of the many reasons
to have labels
so beautiful
we seem so real now
i just want to poke us
to see if we’re really still here….
sieveandsand.com
the sieve and sand begins
Uncategorizedunder heaven
everyone has one
some people have three
mine was a purple penut… a canvass… a Caveness
and they make you write
and they inspire you
and some of them inspire even though
they write long
and miserable
line
after
line
so we converge and write
the sieve and the sand