White moon, onyx sky
No clouds hiding the fierce stars.
Tranquil summer night.
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Michael J. Barney
Michael J. Barney works for a multi-national insurance megalith (not, alas, the same one as Wallace Stevens) where he toils day and night to facilitate the transfer of wealth from one pocket to another within the same pair of pants. In his spare time he scribbles poems, dotes on his wife, speculates on why Leonard Cohen and Jacques Brel are not as popular in America as Ricky Martin or Britney Spears and runs Gravity Presses (lest we all float away) Inc., a small press publisher of poetry chapbooks and a quarterly magazine, Now Here Nowhere. He can be contacted at mikeb50 at hotmail.com.
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michael, this one is nice,
“except” the fierce stars.
this part of the piece disrupted the flow.
if it were toned down a bit, you’d have a jewel.
just “my” opinion
case in point:
White moon, onyx sky
No clouds hiding the flirting stars.
Tranquil summer night.
michael, this one is nice,
“except” the fierce stars.
this part of the piece disrupted the flow.
if it were toned down a bit, you’d have a jewel.
just “my” opinion
case in point:
White moon, onyx sky
No clouds hiding the flirting stars.
Tranquil summer night.
yes, you do have a style worth fighting for.