ARIEL'S POETRY BLOG: THERE, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I. A prose poem? Poetic prose? You say.

Saturday, March 10, 2007

THERE, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I. A prose poem? Poetic prose? You say.

I shall probably rework this at some future date, 'cos it was written in haste. Visiting Hour How cruelly swift the hour flies, in the bar dappled, dingy room! Where are all those conversations, rehearsed in Wal-Mart neon moonlit rooms in restive apartment blocks? Stilled and hushed they are in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Here you can find the poetry that I've scattered about my Journal blog since I joined last year, all laid out in nice neat rows for your enjoyment. If you look closely, you might find a few other things as well.

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