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Where Are the Poets?

Where are the poets when you need them? Where are the wordsmiths that cry out  across the space-time continuum from the future to the present in the market square in the town halls outside places of worship in the middle of the street?... Continue Reading →

Cook Us a Tale

poets writers story-makers -all delight in creating talismanic words to imprison the hearts and minds of avid readers Weaving this way and that stitching... and backstitching stirring the alphabet stew ...and watching as plots thicken © Vivian Zems Earthweal 

The Slave-Master of Words

Does the poet not do violence to her words in that charged ether that bears witness to the pulling, the pushing and the pernicious placement of letters pleading to be left alone? She ignores their cries of woe daring them... Continue Reading →

Day 10 : A Poet’s Function

In these last days poets are like creatures raised who rail against stupidity against inhumanity and against death and destruction we try to make sense of it all But they also serenade us with love and laughter tempt us... Continue Reading →

Day 8: Monuments and Legacies

in a thousand years to come what will they say of poets and their words? will words not be as monuments to these times? from one millennia to the next as long as breath carries speech words will never die... Continue Reading →

Hiding in Words

Hidden in a world of words Metaphors abound unrestrained  Poets reside in  ephemeral clouds Souls singing  synonyms  Spirits calling out  antonyms  Fingers typing acronyms  Ears leaning fowards to hear Swimming onomatopoeia Laughter as they glean The occasional mondegreen  These words... Continue Reading →

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