Glued to the pageA Poem by andrew mitchell
Of all the stories
strange and sinister I found your book I read my page. Speared to the verse of time where the stanza tortured my poetic soul there I was dragged by the sentence of free verse where all the full stops had been removed, there was no logic to your rhyme or reason your title said it all. © 2021 andrew mitchell |
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1 Review Added on April 30, 2021 Last Updated on May 1, 2021 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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