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Poems from the Threshold of Nature and Modern Life - by John Grey

Feb 27

There Are Winds

Meditations on Absence and Memory

Feb 24 •

Three Empty Chairs

In October's dawn, when peace became a stain to remain, A mother and sons were taken, their tears to remain. Red hair in sunlight, young Kfir held close…

Feb 21 •

Echoes from Empty Ponds

~ICHI~ Ducks float lifeless now In Queens, the silence spreads fear Three victims confirmed ~NI~ Bronx Zoo counts its dead Twelve more birds await…

Feb 12 •

The humble penny's time has come to close, By presidential decree this winter day, Each coin now costs three cents and change to pose. "Let's strip the…

Feb 11 •

The Weight of Keys

Eight days, they said, just leave for eight days, The promise echoed through their land, While families clutched their precious keys, Believing they'd…

Feb 10 •

In fog too thick for scouts to pierce the sky, The soldiers watch their supply lines grow thin. As winter deepens, precious time runs dry. Along the…

Feb 4 •

A Ball of Worms

In marble halls where aid once flowed with grace...

Feb 3 •

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Feb 1 •

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Jan 30 •

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