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Paul

webmaster — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 04:02:18 +0000

Paul by Twylight Seven Paul, On a rainy morning, the beaten streets might say your name You were always here In the stench of the bar, Paul, . You know the stool, The jukebox that never work, Paul You know the *$!? that never &!@*… . . …The fire that understood, . The child [...]

Steel Hill

webmaster — Sun, 13 Nov 2011 04:01:02 +0000

Steel HIll by Twylight Seven ••• Chanzo Greenidge (Twylight Seven): Vocals and Keyboards

Eve’s Fault

webmaster — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 04:02:56 +0000

God won her when he whipped out from his planetary sleeve a bouquet of light. They watched the parade of animals pass. He told her the joke about the Archaeopteryx, and she noted the feathers and the lethal claws, a poem, the first of its kind.

Watermelon

webmaster — Sun, 30 Oct 2011 04:01:38 +0000

A watermelon is like an onion: layers give way to underneath like a poem where words give way to what is beneath.

you never thought

webmaster — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 04:02:55 +0000

the situation on Thursday

webmaster — Wed, 19 Oct 2011 04:02:08 +0000

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your name

webmaster — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 04:02:03 +0000

. but what i find most striking is when i say your name it doesn't leave my lips but takes shoes off its shoes, enters the temple of my mouth . .

this time next year

webmaster — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 04:01:42 +0000

you will come to me . as small black boat on thirst-red sea . your sail made of hurricane and bougainvillea

The Salt Makers

webmaster — Sun, 02 Oct 2011 04:01:19 +0000

In Aveiro the sea is never forgotten. . Here, in our hands, it hides in cracks and crevice of skin.

The Call

webmaster — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 04:02:03 +0000

there’s a sweetness you don’t expect that catches in the throat, a hoarse-grained tremble between loneliness and love . like the click of the landline phone before it rings