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Narrative Poetry Re: Queen of Hearts
A wheel, rain bowed, starts spinning. I'm on it, or rather in it. It’s a geometrical plane of sorts; the colors are infinite and the points in all directions. Every ...
Aug 31, 2009
Other Poetry Re: Slingshot
A mouth Is a slingshot, stretching To the point when the stone Flings. My head bears the marks of these Rocks thrown.
Aug 31, 2009

I think the more you understand myths, the more you understand the roots of our culture and the more things will resonate.
— Rick Riordan