Marina
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The Remembering v.2A Poem by Marinaa confession |
the rememberingA Poem by Marinaa confession |
the criminalA Poem by Marinaon learning tolerance |
ObservationA Poem by MarinaEverybody has their own version of the truth. In reading philosopher Hanson's essay on observation I recall many non-scientific ways how this might be.. |
TimeA Poem by MarinaTime is a sickness, time is a thief. Time is a transcendent presence beyond our definition of it. So don’t try to define it, because in definin.. |
in the healing morningA Poem by Marina |
beautiful, distantA Poem by Marinacreating faces in the snow while driving through the mountains.. i became attached to her as if she were real - as if i had her friendship to lose |
Sonnet to the TheatreA Poem by Marinaa modern poem to the performer, and to the audience; both equally stunned by the magic of theatre |
Sand AngelA Poem by Marinamemories of a belly dancer |