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Paper Poetry

The Dead are Never Dead

“I think he died for me.”

Watercolor Man Standing In Rain. By Cristie Guevara. (link)

That tenor from the grave
Sings from the long ago —
Just a young Dingle boy —
Who forgets that first glow?
’Tis the second love I did wed —
Still, there is that weight of the dead.



We are living in the digital world, covered in the autonomous aspects & tracked motions of life. Yet, somehow we are losing some critical elements. Keyboards, touchpads, & speech-to-text are there, but we believe that handwritten words on paper is still meaningful to some poets.

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Walter Bowne

Walter Bowne

This poet-angel-hipster dude from Jersey writes satire, humor, fiction, poetry, essays on music, travel, gardening, and his belly button. He’s a trophy husband.