A cosmos of nothing but poetry
 
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We can't help stretching
into something called the past
and then forward into history
on these tendrils

— Reed Bye

 
 
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Next year is
Out dancing with



                                          Space

— Jack Collom

 
 
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I wander behind
closed eyes. My way of staying
away from here, my way
of being dust.

— Laura Cesarco Eglin

 
 
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And as the sky shifts pink to
accommodate the day, I make a
hole for a small soul in my throat.

— Ella Longpre

 
 
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I feel the field grow cold.
I hear the day yawn black.

— Marielle Grenade-Willis

 
 
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what is my time left behind
who will educate the all the children
sing them songs at evetide

— Anne Waldman

 
 
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Her skin shines mockingly
in rebellion. Light bends
around her like a scar.

 

— Starr Owen

 
 
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I did not love to ascend
that ruined stair.

— Joanna Ruocco

 
 
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belly growing upward against
gravity, her entire world

— Lisette Alonso

 
 
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every day this vast mystery
passes over the town where
      you were born

— Third Eye Broadcast

 
 
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I shall be here when I get here again

— Alan Mudd

 
 
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every point on the spinning earth
hears your voice, touches your breath

— Ryan Wade Ruehlen

 
 
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like a sail I found myself
in material I could carry

— T Begley & Olga Broumas

 
 
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abyss                                                seek

            capsule                                     eat

                                  o            din

— W. Scott Howard

 
 
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We go with the poetry of all we
know, and all we do not know.
Even the unknowing is love.

— David Mutschlecner

 
 
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I am standing in the wet grass,
I am requesting the impossible.

— Nina Pick

 
 
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Mouths opened one by one
From every shining pore
Of my body

— Jonathan Simkins

 
 
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The muslin curtains bloom
And the stars fall down on me

— Thomas Phalen

 
 
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so beautiful, even God is forgiven

— Laura Chalar

 
 
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Made of iron
Painted white

— Ginger Teppner

 
 
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— Alicia Cahalane Lewis

 
 
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In desire which envelops thought
In night where the moon is a handful
      of violent birds

— Mark DuCharme

 
 
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I am a damp veil
A mad dame alive in mud

— Tara Walker

 
 
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there is intelligence to it, even if I can't quite grasp the design in a moment.

— j/j hastain

 
 
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With shining paws, the animal's only
      sin was hunger

— Sherry Luo

 
 
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The plans you drew have decomposed
beneath fresh layers of experience
      and a desire
to see the sky close by its own accord

— Nicholas Fuenzalida

 
 
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Your vision collides with the hills,
      the sky
an enormous parasol, cobalt blue,
      unribbed.

— Jaime Robles

 
 
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Strange heat in the front of my brain.
You don't get to choose
your obsessions, not really.

— Eleni Padden

 
 
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look at it whose face is that is that face yours.

— Genelle Chaconas

 
 
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I do not count the mountains—
who knows where to begin?

— Curtis Romero