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Charleston poetry
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BY: Stephanie Hunt
"We are animals of language. All the words that were, and all the words that will be, are sleeping inside our bodies." Artist Leslie Dill
If you are a lover of letters, of... |
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BY: Stephanie Hunt
If home is where they always have to let you in, then every writer needs a home. An open door. A welcome mat. A stocked cupboard and handmade ceramic coffee cup, or a well-used wine glass is, of... |
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BY: Renae Brabham
First Day of School
Renae Brabham
This is the day I have dreamed of so much
Shall it be coffee, tea or a long leisurely lunch?
His first day of... |
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BY: Renae Brabham
Dragonfly CourierRenae Brabham
Capricious Notions
My desire
Whimsy strummed by
Heartstrings lyre
Common Darners
Flight of Fancy
Helicopter my romancing
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BY: Renae Brabham
Writer's LyreRenae Brabham
Veins of ink, soul baredPortals open everywhere
Her thoughts to pen, The writer's lyrePrimal dancing next to fireSpinning lyrical, papyrus stageYou feel her joy,... |





























