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Bella Gingell Immortal Autumn I speak this poem now with grave and level voice    In praise of autumn, of the far-horn-win...

Tanya Bone Tools   Wheels sigh with longing for the horizon. Hunger moans in the spoon’s hollow belly. Tools recount the n...

Annie Soudain The Signpost The dim sea glints chill.  The white sun is shy, And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry, Rough, long...

Kurt Jackson, "Fungi Hunter" Sabbaths 1999 Again I resume the long lesson: how small a thing can be pleasing, how ...

Carl Vilhelm Holsoe Music Move on, light hands, so strongly tenderly, Now with dropped calm and yearning undersong, Now swift ...

Yvonne Carroll Beholding the Hare In the gale that's trying to take the roof off this small house, shaking it to it's rocky ...

Unknown And Death Shall Have No Dominion And death shall have no dominion. Dead man naked they shall be one With the man in th...