Lines from A Madman’s Diary by Dennis Gilliam
Suddenly, he appeared from my ceiling,The turbaned Arab smoking a hookah,Sitting on his own cloud...
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Déjà vu by Dennis Gilliam
This is how it always feels.I have been here before.The door is still closedTime elapses in...
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Midwest Sunset by John Dorroh
I wait for you, my darling sky.I wait for you to pull out your palette,inviting the world to stop...
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My Homestead, For Better or Worse by Ray Spitzenberger
for better or worse I love my homestead rows of burnt-gold milo maize the grain sorghum grown for...
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Penny by Linda Sacco
He liked that I was a free spirit, so he could bottle me up and sell me to the highest bidder. It...
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