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On The Closure Of A Retro Shop
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
The retro Must go. A version of the past Is sold off fast. Perhaps I will take a look. Perchance happen upon an old book. I meant to visit before But now the door Will soon close On retro clothes. People are interested in the old ways. The…
Request For Readers To Write An Honest Review Of “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind” In Return For A Free Copy Of My Book
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
I have been busy over the last few days pulling together my latest collection of poems, “Lost In The Labyrinth Of My Mind”. Poems about nature, mortality and the joys and pangs of love are interspersed with humorous poetry. I hope to publish in mid January (hopefully sooner)…
Here is my interview with Megan Linski
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Name: Megan Linski Age: 22 Where are you from: Manchester, MI A little about your self `ie your education Family life etc I graduated from Washtenaw Community College with an Associates in Liberal Arts and started my publishing company, Gryfyn Publishing, in 2014 Fiona: Tell us your latest news? I…
Modernity
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
Give me something real Not this plastic I feel. Give me books in cloth boards That I may not be bored. Give me a chime To measure time. Give me solid wood To caress and love. Give me objects that last A link to the past. The world…
The Potentate
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
Lucifir came for a potentate bold. He said “you have had power and wealth untold, Now you must render me your immortal soul”. The potentate sighed, And made reply, “My soul it died, you will find nothing inside. It perished long ago, And vanished like the summer snow.…
A disillusioned Man Of The World’s Song
Originally posted on K Morris – Poet:
A rhythmic motion Like a ship upon the ocean Your legs swung But to me no joy brung. You spoke in a foreign tongue. No songs where sung. You where young Eighteen or twenty Our hearts they where empty. Yes you where young, Your feet in heels swung…
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