SPECIAL RELEASE OFFER: DAYS POEM BY ALLEN BRAMHALL

below is the announcement for my book Days Poem. some of it appeared on this list, years ago. MERITAGE PRESS ANNOUNCEMENT A Two-Volume Poetry Collection by Allen Bramhall: DAYS POEM, Vol. I 494 pages ISBN: 978-0-9709-1798-0 Price: $28.00 DAYS POEM, Vol. II 441 pages ISBN: 978-0-9709-1799-7

Distil Later

llusive parts of the last sentence, calls frog music into play. Frog music tones down into night, you might as well swim the dark. The dark isn't tune itself but a membrane left behind. Your words are given. How much more the words could entail just by being frog? Let the frog go. As the frog

you could be hit by the same spatial eddies that set the flier off course

The dog barks green, the earth of spring. In spring of all weather and whether or not, the light suffers change of tree. Tiny trees begat large rags and rages in each day. And soon a smile thru sunset gives a glow but now we are dry. No drier to forget the teeming winter without effort, and

request for tech help

I know this isn't the juiciest of requests but it's important to me. I am preparing a manuscript but have a problem. about 40 of the pages have a horizontal line that I didn't intentionally put in. if I put the cursor after the line and hit backspace, the line seems to move down the page,

Re: Anus

Bob, it seems like you go quiet for a spell then reappear with some wonderful integrated change. this one's lovely. [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: Anus Fodder of dead hours indifferently humid between my legs. The dumb penumbra moans in the inky shade of my fingerprints unravelling the

spell dawg

Along all colours and inside directed statements, pinched metre as if you coud: you know the war on durfaces, you know the extent of dangling, yiou know the wind went away... arrested ij clver days of delight, yiou spend spring in green doings, almost drunk but almost sober too

document drama

Want to make a diamond galaxy, out of precious neutrinos that were kissed by mother up? Skip the verbs, you were always the noun. And then the cage that existed in language, beguiling, drink off the water. The last word in a sentence is the way it sails. If this excuse were religious, you'd

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then write poems on waves until antecedents crash: expect that vision of perfect word: the sun

in Just Spring discussion

If is only the number, skilled as a swan: number two, which defines the pairing, in a numeral world. Territory is everything. The wind as it sashays thru all vision and the very hair of our heads, seems like a way to reach the ocean. The ocean is a proud number: one. One is deep as hell,

off beat

Face of dog that triumphs in our position. Spear in lunge among friendly Crusade to define leftover. sentence tied to rhyme. Rhyme invents capital. Capital concludes moral equinox. Stars survive as reminders of pogrom, pogrom seems a little weakness and used. Ages go. People spend as much as they

electoral system in a tree

Vital crusaders in trees, frogs, sally forth against Moslem numbers, pounding sound under desperate words, thru nights wailing springtime green set forth. Sentence. The need to fight over walls of Antioch and into whisper of century. How Turks fidget with crusading principle. How long the

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