Quill quivers and quakes
Above the naked parchment...

The power of nature,
Harmony is sought...

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Author's note: this poem starts off with the...

eating greedily
from the acceptance table...

You were my King of cresting wings,
On waves of love I’ll always cling...

nerve agents left
on a door handle for...

it's been a wait for this sit down
shoulder bare for this, my round...

Zambia is home for the harem
Each day they eat grass, they...