All My Memories
All my memories, all of my dreams, so very special to me. Let me relive the times – that made
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
All my memories, all of my dreams, so very special to me. Let me relive the times – that made
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Read moreGary Snyder Haiku I. THE BEAT POET a “The Dharma Bums” sat upon my nightstand for almost twenty years. A
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Read moreTo Celebrate Resurrection A. We celebrate our own resurrection from filthy apartments in dirty town from stifling dead-end jobs till
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