Restoration - A Poem By Paul Vincent Cannon
Restoration - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Photo: news.com.au “If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other” Thich Nhat Hanh RestorationThat day, whenmuddy paws smudge your jeans,the burger erupts and spattersit only rains as you leave the carwater from the bin lid fills your shoes,no matter how hard you try the marmalade will not come off,always a trace just as butter in a beard,traffic heavy like a…
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Madness Lurks - prose by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Hand To Hand - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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Gouache Me - a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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