Contests where I gained Honourable Mentionings 
*And mentionings IS a word in 'my' universe* 
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she looks forward to being
present someday49 lines, 8 comments, on Jun 4 6:52 PM. In Contemporary, Transgender -
27 lines, 2 comments, on May 26 2:16 PM. In Contemporary
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74 lines, 6 comments, on May 26 1:50 PM. In Contemporary, Transgender
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and every time
a thousand shades of white83 lines, 7 comments, on May 18 1:20 PM. In Contemporary, Love -
a careless eye trusts every aspect25 lines, 7 comments, on May 7 11:05 AM. In Contemporary
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Autumnal light crawls
beneath the smallest bones,10 lines, 3 comments, on May 5 1:30 PM. In Contemporary -
54 lines, 5 comments, on May 3 3:12 PM. In Contemporary, Adult
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In science,
matter is analysed in light,41 lines, 6 comments, on Apr 30 6:21 AM. In Contemporary -
to sing a name
with feather55 lines, 14 comments, on Apr 19 4:50 PM. In Contemporary, Personal -
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to measure the weight
of hollowed stones40 lines, 6 comments, on Apr 1 7:37 AM. In Contemporary -
back-turned, pretending to sleep32 lines, 8 comments, on Apr 1 3:18 AM. In Contemporary
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Come the dawn,
spider webs and dreams54 lines, 8 comments, on Mar 28 12:07 PM. In Contemporary -
a fissure grows,25 lines, 7 comments, on Mar 16 11:03 PM. In Contemporary
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Each strand naked,
flowerless.27 lines, 7 comments, on Dec 22 11:19 AM 2007. In Contemporary -
39 lines, 11 comments, on Dec 21 10:02 PM 2007. In Contemporary
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42 lines, 5 comments, on Dec 6 3:26 AM 2007. In Contemporary
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In this quiet room of praise and counting coin, a lady waits41 lines, 8 comments, on Nov 29 8:14 PM 2007. In Contemporary, Transgender
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39 lines, 6 comments, on Nov 22 12:33 PM 2007. In Contemporary
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Some sentences do not close,
words left dangling36 lines, 12 comments, on Nov 21 6:18 PM 2007. In Contemporary -
Every chamber has a door.40 lines, 13 comments, on Nov 20 11:11 AM 2007. In Contemporary
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39 lines, 11 comments, on Nov 17 11:48 AM 2007. In Contemporary
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40 lines, 12 comments, on Nov 10 2:46 PM 2007. In Contemporary, Love
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In barefooted waste, scribes bend hand,
Draw lines on tender flesh and sand; -
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darkness is not
an absence of white, -
she nibbles remorse
with tiny teeth,31 lines, 16 comments, on Nov 2 7:23 AM 2007. In Contemporary, Transgender -
28 lines, 16 comments, on Oct 17 3:51 AM 2007. In Contemporary, Transgender
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she is a crater -
a canyon34 lines, 8 comments, on Sep 21 7:40 AM 2007. In Love, Contemporary -
in this
archaeology of self - -
petals balance lightly -
arm-stems guiding -
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weathered tiers of time -
of textile textures born in ash,36 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 15 2:33 PM 2007. In Society, Contemporary, Manchester, Capitalism, Communism, Struggle -
birds hammer shape on anvil-sky in flocks that shift to eve's slow beat
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newborns fold skin into ridges of soft before growing into the slack
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Such merit tucked in minutes of her time
That man would spend his all to garnish sheet, -
Allen understood: how separations of anxiety -
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I. / they spill between cracks / of pavement & life; / weary carbon - / grains rubbed raw / as fault-lines / shift,
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I. / labour against grains & all wooden things - / those figments of pe
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of feline warmth / wrapped in mystery - / a feminine / glimmering of words; / she bridges art
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this silent space / [ can you hear? ] / portals closed / chamber open
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her splinters - / thread with old.cold clarity; metallic, / so serious and shiny /
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/ do not fear / be comforted by evolutions' song / that graceful arc of inhumanity / that moves us on / we are all machine-art; clockw62 lines, 1 comment, on May 5 1:22 PM 2007
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/ / she decorated me in the Tuscan style, well / suited for long walks in her sun-washed hills
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strength of form and frame -
distilled in grey light -
born among the race to space,
a baby boomer never ages - -
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There was a young man who was wise,
He could out-swim the boldest of lies, -
such madness claims all -
so clearly lost to her affections,
as air expelled from green lungs -
Texan
proudly certain -
Movement Lost:
within the shadow cast by rib; -
No logic in this math,
dying by fractions: mind, -
a predatory vigil of the last,
bound by the cemetery of their youth; -
His brush: erasing nothing of her pain,
pigments fail to hold - blur the theme already fixed, -
Play the still-born image in my head,
Here to mourn among the limbo-dead. -
beyond the dark glass wall
caught deep in cold amber

