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my muse just walked away I try to write lonely time now awnings down on all the windows sitting in the dark shack slowly…
Submission
Written By Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey OBEDIENCE Like dogs We sit and we wait Like boards…
The Woman In The Bar
Written By Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey LOCK-IN “How long have you been here?” Morning Afternoon Evening…
Holding On To Humanity
Written By Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey 慈悲 I will not lose you Not to the illusions Painted…
Doldrums
Written By Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey FORWARD – REWIND My pinned eyes close On their bloods and…
Fleeting Company
Written By Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey HOTEL REFLECTION I press the bell Check out my reflection And throw…
Hollow Voyage
Written By Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey NOWHERE BOUND I woke up this morning And saw a truck on…
CCCXXX
sitting at her desk wearing only sexy lingerie she is assertively typing away I whisper “ take a break and let’s play” Copyright© Edge…
“…you know you can’t sleep there” | Passages Of A Homeless Person’s Life
Written By Poet and Photographer J H Martin @ A Coat for a Monkey NFA I wake up And I’m on a train…
By Her Bedside With Friends & Family | The Day My Mother Died
Written by: Kaitlin Oster The Ferryman When I moved back into my apartment for my senior year of college, I noticed a large…
DXII
I’m holding a blue rock in my hands. I begin to move the jagged, hefty piece, around with my fingers and thumb. It is easy…
DXVIII
mind’s web accumulates past calculates future struggles with present to cooperate * Find More Poetry HERE * eBook | Travels With The Hermit Poet | Stories Of…
Haiku #259
Dispassionate fog Provides Concealment for Predator and prey * Find More Poetry HERE * eBook | Travels With The Hermit Poet | Stories Of Human Condition |…
DXIX
Elegantly dressed, she eagerly waited at the railway station. By late afternoon, head down, slowly walking away, realizing the satisfying roleplay sessions would never happen again.…
DXX
cocooned in studio decades forming clay twisted stiff fingers unsold sculptures * Find More Poetry HERE * eBook | Travels With The Hermit Poet | Stories Of…