Tag: terse poetry
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Three Poems by John Tustin
AFTER A FIFTEEN HOUR WORKDAY Driving home I notice That the stars are green, My hands are pale blue And the streets are yellow Like that old brick road. The moon is really made of cheese. I can smell it through the fog. I get to my place, my key Melts into…
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“To the Core” by Colleen Anderson
trees, young saplings sprout from solid rock gouged by rivers and canyons blistered by sun and furious storms toughened granite resists hammering tremors