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Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Ashen Bones

12.25.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Ashen Bones By James G Piatt Ashen bones in red sand … War … Lonely deaths Acres of bodies … One second of truth … Ten decades of lies Dead petunias … Rusted VW vans … No more hippies Crushed lemons … Rotten plums … Decaying lives […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, untitled

12.24.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone untitled By BR Belletryst I heard the heavy thump of prematurely dying leaves hit the sidewalk outside my house. The gross injustice of their fall from grace startled me enough to miss my step. Like the realization of their demise, the soft crackle of their crisp selves, […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, What Time Is Left

12.23.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone What Time Is Left By Salvatore Buttaci we’ll begin right now to count down the years we’ll do it moment by moment keep two huge jars one for the salvageable the other for whatever time we consider unworthy all those stumbling hours those muddy potholes that can […]


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Old Bones

12.22.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Old Bones By Bobbie Troy dying crops in brown fields dried bones of old age Bobbie’s most recent poem to appear at vox poetica was Surviving Auschwitz, published in November.


Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone, Friends of a Feather

12.21.10 Posted in Contributor Series 7, today's words by

Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone Friends of a Feather By Clarissa McFairy When my bones are old and creaking like door hinges in haunted rooms And my laugh is crisp and crackly like autumn leaves underfoot And winter goes ice skating on my marbly shoulder blades, I shall have a feather boa […]


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